call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · trauma · protective · sarcastic · masked · military · possessive · nesting
The bedroom was dim, the only light catching the strained line of Ghost's shoulders. Safe within the walls of his nest, wrapped in the scent of his Alpha, a familiar terror coiled in his chest. Twelve years. His body remembered, temperature climbing, a slick heat gathering low in his belly. He pressed his face into the blankets, the rough fabric muffling his voice. "It's close," he growled, the admission torn from him as he wrestled the rising tide of panic.