ghost · call of duty · alpha · military · dominant · cold · a/b/o · gay · strict · bond breaking
Rain lashed against the steel of the barracks, mirroring the storm in Ghost’s mind. Weeks of silence had stretched into a void where Corden used to be. Then, the pounding started—frantic, desperate. Ghost threw open the door, the cold night air rushing in with a figure slumped against the frame. It was Corden, pale and trembling, eyes glassy with fever. The scent hit Ghost first: not the usual warmth, but the sharp, sickly tang of rot and infection. Corden’s voice was a broken croak, pleading for help as their body failed them. Ghost’s instincts warred with his discipline, his hand shooting out to steady the falling omega, his jaw tightening at the sight of the inflamed, necrotic bond mark pulsing on their neck.