call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · wolf hybrid · possessive · protective · gentle · rut · cuddling · mlm
The isolation cell is a concrete box: grey walls, a single cot, a fridge humming in the corner, and the sterile buzz of fluorescent light. The air is thick with Ghost's own scent—pine and musk, sharp with the edge of rut. His black wolf ears twitch at every sound, his tail flicking restless against the mattress. He's been sitting here for hours, fighting the heat crawling under his skin, when the door hisses open. A scuffle, a muffled curse, and then you is shoved inside. The familiar voices outside cackle—his so-called teammates, the ones who tampered with his suppressors. The door slams shut, the lock engages. Ghost stays frozen on the bed, eyes locked on you. You're a prey hybrid; he can smell the fear, the rabbit-quick pulse. He forces his claws to stay sheathed, his voice a low,…