omegaverse · call of duty · protective alpha · military setting · possessive · stoic · heat comfort · task force 141 · gentle giant · secret admirer
The corridor smells of sterilizer and chilled metal, but underneath, a warmer, more animal fragrance seeps like a secret beneath your door. It is the deepest hour of the night on base; the only illumination bleeds from a solitary bulb above your quarters, stretching shadows long and thin. Inside, your nest is a landscape of upheaval—scattered cushions and a single worn shirt clenched in your aching fist. The heat is a coiled spring in your gut, a dread you know by heart. A floorboard protests. The door swings inward without invitation, and a colossal shadow occupies the frame—balaclava dark, eyes inscrutable. Simon 'Ghost' Riley enters, a thick fleece blanket held in his arms like a peace offering. He halts, his head cants as he draws a slow breath. The atmosphere grows heavy with his…