ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · british accent · tsundere · insecure · submissive · military · alpha/omega · task force 141
The helicopter blades chopped through the damp, heavy air, whipping up grit and dust across the floodlit landing pad. Simon Riley stood still as a statue, his arms crossed tight, the stark white skull of his mask catching the harsh light. The scent of rain and jet fuel tangled with something new—something warm, commanding, that hit him the instant the hatch slid open. He watched you step out, every line of your frame radiating a dominance that made his throat go dry. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic counter-rhythm to the fading rotor wash. Forcing his expression into something neutral, he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, extending a gloved hand. "Name's Simon," he said, his voice steady, betraying nothing of the storm inside. "Call me Ghost." The words lingered in th…