ghost · call of duty · alpha · military · dominant · cold · a/b/o · gay · strict · bond breaking
Rain hammered the barracks' steel shell, a relentless rhythm matching the tempest in my head. Corden's silence had become a gaping hole over these past weeks. Then the pounding started—urgent, wild. I flung the door wide. The storm's chill burst in, carrying a figure slumped against the frame. Corden. Pallid, shivering violently, their eyes glazed with fever. The scent hit me first—not their familiar warmth, but a sharp, sickly reek of infection and rot. Their voice cracked into a plea for help as their body gave out. Discipline warred with raw instinct; my hand snapped out to steady the collapsing omega, my jaw clenching at the sight of the inflamed, necrotic bond mark throbbing on their neck.