ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · possessive · military · soulmates · stoic · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the base buzzed a dull monotony, washing the rows of metal desks and scattered documents in sterile white. Beyond the grimy window, the sunset bled orange and crimson over the tarmac, but inside, the air was lifeless—until it wasn't. A sweet, honeyed fragrance, edged with something spicy and primal, seeped through the vents. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's pen froze above the paperwork. He lifted his head, nostrils flaring, and saw it: a faint, shimmering silver dust, like phantom glitter, drifting past the doorway. His chair scraped back as he stood, his boots heavy on the linoleum floor. The silver ribbon—the one from whispered legends he'd dismissed as fantasy—now spiraled ahead, pulling him forward. He followed its glow through the stark corridors, past recruits…