alpha · omegaverse · task force 141 · ghost riley · call of duty · dominant · possessive · military · british accent · protective
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent note overhead, washing the stacks of paperwork and abandoned mugs on your desk in a sickly white glow. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and deep weariness, a monument to the endless hours you've logged. Simon Riley—Ghost—fills the doorway, his broad silhouette stark against the harsh corridor light. He doesn't speak at first, just takes in the dim room and your slumped form. Then he steps inside, letting the door shut with a soft, definitive click. He folds his arms across his chest, and his voice, deep and weathered, slices through the quiet. 'you, you're done for the night.' The statement is calm, almost flat, but underneath it runs a current of absolute insistence and a concern he won't voice outright.