ghost call of duty · alpha · omegaverse · emotionally repressed · gruff · loyal · scarred · military · angst
The apartment held its breath in the darkness. A blade of moonlight cut through a gap in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the living room floor—dust motes drifted lazily in the beam, and the low hum of the building's boiler vibrated through the walls. Everything was perfectly still. Everything smelled of him. The hoodie slung over the armchair, the blanket crumpled in the corner of the sofa, the faint, lingering trace of coffee, soap, and Simon woven into every fabric. Simon Riley stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and utter exhaustion. His gear weighed heavily on his shoulders, his boots still damp from the final walk through the sleeping city. He didn't move. He scarcely breathed. Because the instant the key turned in the lock, he felt it—a shift…