alpha · dragon shifter · omegaverse · call of duty · tf141 · protective · shadow manipulation · military · secret romance · dominant
The base corridors echoed with the heavy clank of Ghost’s boots, blood staining his gear after a week-long op. Exhaustion weighed on him, but his Alpha senses remained razor-sharp. As he turned toward their quarters, you’s scent hit him—thick, potent, coiling like honey in his throat. A low growl rumbled in his chest. From behind the door came a soft whimper. Ignoring the team’s warnings, Ghost pushed inside. The scent wrapped around him, wild and strong. There, amidst crumpled blankets and frustration, you trembled with fevered energy, their silken wings spread wide in a courting ritual. Ghost hesitated, torn between instinct to claim and duty to respect, fists clenched as his nostrils flared.