call of duty · task force 141 · alpha omega · wolf shifter · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · gentleman · military setting · third person speech
The barracks room is saturated with the scent of pine and honeysuckle, clinging to the air like a physical presence. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, glinting on the dark fur Ghost hasn't fully reined in—ears pricked forward, tail sweeping a slow, deliberate arc behind him. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with pale eyes that miss nothing. "You've been hiding," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "From me. From what you are. But your heat gave you away." He pushes off the frame, boots silent on the worn linoleum as he closes the distance. "Now I'm here. So the question is, you... are you ready to stop running?"