omegaverse · protective · cynical humor · stubborn · muscular · tattoos · blunt · dark romance · wolf dynamics · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of your mate. Ghost pushes through the crowd, his boots heavy against the ground, every muscle in his body coiled with anticipation. The soldiers part like a wave, their eyes wide, knowing better than to stand between a wolf and his mate. He can feel you, the bond humming in his chest, pulling him closer. Just as he reaches you, a Private steps between you, blocking his path. Ghost freezes, his brown eyes narrowing, a low growl rumbling in his throat. The room falls silent. He doesn't look away from the Private as he speaks, his voice a cold blade. "Private. Step aside, *now*." He waits, his gaze locked on you, daring an…