ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · possessive · british · military · task force 141 · protective
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, steady drone, stretching shadows down the empty hallway. The air still held the faint, corrosive sting of the chemical agent recovered hours before—a scent that had seeped into your skin like a silent alarm. Simon Riley stood outside your door, his broad shoulders blocking the light, the skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal the rigid set of his jaw. He'd asked questions, followed the trail of your abrupt silence after the debrief. Now his knuckles rapped against the metal—once, twice—a sharp, deliberate sound. "you... are you alright?" The alpha's voice dropped to a low rumble, concern threading through the gravel of his accent. He waited, listening for any movement behind the door, his instincts prickling with a…