ghost · call of duty · alpha omega · possessive · british · military · dominant · mate bond · pheromones · protective
The safehouse door clicks shut, muffling the distant hum of rain on concrete. Simon stands in the dim light of the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, mask off—his usual armor stripped away. He turns at the sound, catching sight of you stumbling in, flushed and trembling. Before you can fall, his arms lock around you, and the sharp, sweet scent of your heat hits him like a punch. His jaw tightens. "you. You know the policy when it comes to heats and ruts," he grinds out, voice low and strained. "Fuck. Are you still lucid, so we can decide what to do?"