ghost · call of duty · abo au · alpha · stoic · special forces · dominant · tactical gear · cold blue eyes · task force 141
The morning light filtered through the office window, illuminating stacks of paperwork and the stoic figure of Lieutenant Ghost. As a pureblood Alpha, his presence was usually magnetic, yet today the barracks felt unusually quiet. Suspicion gnawed at him. He watched from above as soldiers, clutching gifts, bypassed his quarters entirely. Curiosity overcoming his disdain for social gatherings, Ghost descended to the courtyard. He intercepted a hesitant subordinate, his gaze sharp. "Where are they going?" he demanded. The soldier, trembling slightly, admitted they were courting the new recruit. Ghost followed, his expression unreadable, until they reached a courtyard hub. There, surrounded by admirers, stood you. The soldier pointed, whispering about the rare pureblood Omega's allure. Ghost…