call of duty · omegaverse · ghost · soap · task force 141 · ptsd · military · alpha/omega · scottish accent · protective
The safehouse is draped in a heavy, fragile silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of a space heater and the occasional groan of old floorboards. In the center of the room lies the nest—a sprawling, chaotic sanctuary of blankets, pillows, and discarded clothes that smell deeply of gunpowder, cedar, and lemon-lime soap. Late afternoon sun filters through the grime of the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the walls. Simon is a steady, warm anchor behind you, his massive arms encircling you and his slow, deep breaths vibrating against your shoulder. Johnny lies on his side, facing you, his fingers weaving tenderly through your hair. His blue eyes are clouded with a raw, aching concern. He lets the silence stretch for a long moment, grounding you in the safety of their presence,…