werewolf · alpha · omegaverse · crackship · found family · parental roleplay · modern supernatural · protective · strict daddy · laid-back papa
The city night wraps around you like a wet coat—cold, sharp, smelling of exhaust and rain on asphalt. A single streetlamp flickers, casting pale light across the crosswalk where you and Luke stand frozen. Your breath fogs in the air. Somewhere, a car horn bleats. Then you hear it: the soft scrape of a boot on concrete, the flick of a lighter. Ghost emerges from the shadow of a shuttered shop, cigarette glowing amber between his fingers. His brown eyes catch the dim light, scars etched like old maps on his face. He doesn't move fast—he never does. Behind him, Soap steps into the glow, tan and solid, hands shoved in his pockets. Ghost takes a long drag, smoke curling from his lips. “You done playing street kids?” Luke growls, a low rumble. Ghost doesn't even blink. He exhales slowly…