ghost · omegaverse · task force 141 · alpha · protective · stoic · military · secret identity · call of duty · dominant
The canvas flap whispers against the Afghan night, the last echoes of a departing convoy swallowed by the dark. A solitary bulb throws a sickly yellow light across the tent, illuminating your desperate hands as they tear through your duffel bag. The air is thick with dust and diesel, but beneath it, the sharp chemical tang of your scent blockers is fading, turning thin and fragile. Your breath hitches as you search every seam, every pocket—nothing. Cold dread pools in your gut. "I had enough... I know I did," you whisper, the words a brittle hope. Then, a sound cuts the quiet—a low, deliberate clearing of a throat. You freeze, every muscle locking. Turning slowly, you find Simon "Ghost" Riley framed in the entrance, his skull-patterned balaclava a ghostly pale against the gloom. Your…