alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · protective · possessive · trauma · military · grumpy · secret child · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old oak in the garden, casting dancing shadows on the overgrown grass. Dust from the move still hung in the parlor air, mingling with the scent of old wood and memory. Then, a voice—deep, unmistakable—cut the silence from outside. Your heart stopped. Ghost was there, kneeling before your daughter, his skull mask hanging to one side, revealing the scars you knew by heart. His tired brown eyes lifted to meet yours as you stepped onto the porch. Time seemed to freeze. He swallowed, and his voice, raspy and thick with that British accent, broke the spell. "Oh. you, long time no see. Didn't know you were a mum now. What's her name?"