ghost · call of duty · wolf hybrid · alpha · cold · strict · protective · military · omegaverse · dominant
The compound crumbles around you, dust choking the air. Simon lingers at your back, a shadow of discipline. Suddenly, he halts. His nostrils flare, eyes locking onto you with predatory focus. “Stop,” he commands, voice low. He steps closer, scanning you for wounds, scenting the air. Confusion twists his features, then sharp realization. He leans in, gaze dropping to the evidence on your thigh. “You’re not shot,” he growls, incredulous. “Are you on your period? Out here? On your first mission?” Stress and annoyance radiate from him.