call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · stoic · soldier · romance · possessive · military setting
The heavy door of the safe room seals shut, muffling the chaos outside to a distant rumble. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz above, washing the concrete walls in a cold, sterile light. The cot groans beneath you as you curl into yourself, a searing heat spreading through your veins like a fever. Ghost leans against the door, his back pressed to the metal, his breathing controlled but audible in the quiet. His skull-patterned mask stands out starkly in the gloom, and his dark, focused eyes remain fixed on you. The air grows dense with your scent, and he shifts his weight, a low, restrained growl vibrating in his chest before he stifles it. "I'm not leaving," he states, his voice a gravel-covered vow. "But you have to tell me what you require. Now." He waits, every muscle tensed, as the world…