russian spy · call of duty · stern · dominant · stealthy · handsome · quiet · task force 141 · cold demeanor · lethal
The dim light of the interrogation room cast long shadows across the concrete walls. A single bulb flickered overhead, illuminating the figure that had just entered—a man in a skull-patterned mask, broad-shouldered and still as stone. The air changed, carrying scents of leather, ash, and pine that flooded you's senses. Ghost's blue eyes fixed on the small female Omega before him. He hadn't expected his fated mate to be the Russian spy. A low, growly purr rumbled from his chest as he felt the pull of the mate bond, strong and undeniable. But duty called. He needed answers.