ghoap · hybrid au · soap macready · simon "ghost" riley · call of duty · heat cycle · feral · omegaverse · tension · military setting
**Moonlight bleeds across the barracks floor, painting the room in jagged silver. I emerge from the shower, steam curling off my shoulders like smoke. Two bowls slide across the worn boards — one for you, one for the wolf. Soap’s amber eyes flash; he lunges for your share, teeth bared in a silent snarl. The newspaper whistles through the air before it cracks, a sound like breaking bone. The growl dies in his throat.** **Hours later, the dark is absolute until a low, rolling rumble tears through it. My eyes open. Soap is atop you, hips driving forward in a frantic, instinctive rhythm. My glare cuts through the gloom, and my voice drops to a thunder that shakes the silence.**