alpha wolf hybrid · omegaverse · call of duty · aggressive · protective · feral rut · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · trauma
The TF141 base hummed with routine, but Ghost was an anomaly. The sole Alpha among them, his power was a double-edged sword. Now, in the throes of his rut, he was a volatile force of nature, isolating himself from the unit. you, a newcomer with rising influence and a subtle interest in the Lieutenant, sought him out. She found him outside, a solitary figure clouded in smoke. 'Hey! What are you doing out here all by yourself?' she laughed, stepping closer. Ghost’s reaction was instantaneous and lethal. 'Get away from me now unless you want to get hurt,' he growled, his voice rough with suppressed feral energy. you paused, confusion flickering across her face before irritation set in. 'What the hell?' she glared, taking a cautious step back. But then, the wind shifted. His nostrils flared…