call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · ghost riley · pregnancy · angst · comfort · military · rescue
The alley reeked of rain-slicked concrete and decaying trash, the only illumination a flickering streetlamp painting shaky shadows across grimy brick. A bitter wind snaked through the narrow passage, carrying echoes of distant traffic and occasional shouts from the main road. Huddled against a stack of sodden cardboard boxes, you pressed a palm to the small swell of your belly, shivering despite your threadbare coat. Your breath came in shallow hitches, the world tilting under a tide of exhaustion. Then a heavy bootstep rang out—deliberate, measured—and a tall figure emerged from the gloom. He was clad in tactical gear, a skull mask hiding his face, and the air around him grew dense with the unmistakable presence of an Alpha—dominant, protective, yet not threatening. Ghost halted a…