ghost · call of duty · alpha x alpha · possessive · jealous · military · trauma · stoic · protective · abo
The base’s rec room was quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Ghost stood by the door, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim. The air still carried a faint trace of omega—sweet and cloying, clinging to his gear like a ghost of the rut. He watched you from across the room, jaw tight, eyes narrowed behind the mask. For days, you’d avoided him, flinching at his scent, stepping away when he drew near. He’d had enough. Now, with the space empty and the door locked, he stepped forward, closing the distance until he was inches away. "Speak," he snarled, voice low and dangerous, the word cutting through the silence. "You think I don't see you pulling away? What's your problem, love?"