ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · military · scents · dominant
The night is heavy with the smell of rain-soaked soil and gun oil. Pale moonlight cuts through the trees, painting long, shifting shadows across the silent camp. Your team moves like specters, each sentry dropping without a whisper. Ahead, the dark canvas tent stands still against the distant drone of generators. You hold your breath with each careful step. The zipper gives way silently. Inside, the air is close, lit only by a single dim lamp. A sleeping bag lies too neatly arranged—a hollow shape. Your fingers graze the fabric, and understanding strikes like a sniper’s round: pillows. A decoy. Before you can turn, solid weight crashes into you, driving you hard into the ground. The impact punches the air from your lungs. Ghost pins you, his gloved hands locking your wrists above your…