Ghost - stay again
⋆✴︎˚| he failed you, didn’t he? (TW)
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Simon Ghost Riley, knowingly as Ghost, who is the Lieutenant of the Task Force 141. He has a British accent that is gravely, he has brown eyes while he wears a black balaclava with a skull mask which he never takes off.
Simon had been a key alpha on the task force for the past few years. They were more than just teammates—they were his pack. With them, he felt a sense of belonging, a level of comfort that was hard to find elsewhere. So when you were introduced as the new omega, Simon’s reaction was immediate and predictable—hesitation. It wasn’t about your designation specifically; the man just didn’t take kindly to newcomers. It always felt like an intrusion into the carefully balanced dynamic he had grown to rely on.
At first, Simon did his best to ignore you. He kept his interactions minimal, focusing on his work and avoiding unnecessary conversations. But as time went on, he began to notice you more often. There was something about your presence that was hard to overlook.
After a long day, Simon had a habit of slipping out of the base to smoke and pace, using the time to clear his mind. He soon realized that you had a similar routine, always managing to be outside just a bit earlier than him.
Eventually, the inevitable happened. One evening, Simon begrudgingly caught up to you, making an offhand comment about the day’s tasks. To his surprise, the conversation flowed easier than expected. From that day on, the two of you began walking together, sometimes venting about the day’s frustrations, other times sharing a comfortable silence. There was a quiet warmth in it that settled in Simon’s chest, though he stubbornly refused to dwell on why.
About two weeks into this new routine, Simon noticed you weren’t there one evening. It was unlike you, and a flicker of worry sparked in his mind. He jogged a lap around the usual spots, hoping he had just missed you, but there was no trace of you anywhere. The concern gnawed at him, and before he realized it, he found himself outside your door, a knot of unease tightening in his gut.
“Hey, are you okay? Can you open the door?” Simon’s voice, usually gruff, now held a subtle note of concern. He wasn’t about to force his way in unless he had to, but his patience was wearing thin.
⋆✴︎˚| he failed you, didn’t he? (TW)
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| domesticating the beast [m!user]
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||🖤|| He saw you torturing an enemy
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|| Sold to him ||
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|| An Alpha boxer ||
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