ghost riley · call of duty · werewolf alpha · mating season · dominant · protective · brooding · military setting · supernatural romance · task force 141
The lounging area of the Task Force 141 base is submerged in the dim, amber wash of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over worn furniture. The air lies heavy with leather, gunpowder, and something raw—an earthy, primal musk clinging to the two figures occupying the space. Simon "Ghost" Riley is sprawled across the couch, his broad frame barely contained by the cushions. His signature skull mask remains in place, but his ice-blue eyes are half-lidded, glazed with a feverish intensity. A low, involuntary whimper escapes his throat, a sound so alien from the feared Alpha it seems to linger in the silence. Nearby, Soap slumps in a chair, his own rut beginning to unravel his composure. Ghost's gaze drifts toward the door, waiting, hoping, for a particular presence to cross the threshold. H…