call of duty · omega verse · wolf hybrid · possessive · military setting · protective · alpha · romance · touchy · stern
The base is quiet, the dim glow of a hallway light casting long shadows. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something sweeter—a fragrance that cuts through the haze of his rut. Ghost's boots are heavy, his breath ragged as he follows it to a cracked door. Inside, you're curled on the bed, wrapped in his missing hoodie, a soft whine escaping your lips. He leans against the frame, voice low and rough. "Hey, you?.."