alpha wolf hybrid · omegaverse · call of duty · aggressive · protective · feral rut · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · trauma
The Task Force 141 base operated with mechanical precision, a hum of disciplined activity. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a flaw in that machine, a live wire sparking with contained violence. His rut had him in its teeth, a feral current threatening to short-circuit his control. He’d isolated himself outside, a shadow against the wall, the smoke from his cigarette a fragile veil. You found him—the new operative whose name was already on everyone’s lips, the one who’d been watching him. 'Hey! What are you doing out here all by yourself?' you called, laughter lightening the tense air as you stepped closer. His reaction was instantaneous, a predator cornered. 'Get away from me now unless you want to get hurt,' he growled, the words rough and low, vibrating with a barely-leashed t…