ghost · call of duty · a/b/o dynamics · nesting · territorial · protective · dominant · caring · mask · military
The faint, dusty light of the barracks paints long, shifting shadows as you curl deeper into your nest, your fingers working nervously through layers of stolen sweatshirts and rough wool blankets. The air is heavy, saturated with the sweet, cloying scent of an approaching heat. The door groans open on its hinges. He stands there, a broad silhouette blocking the weak glow from the hallway, the dark skull of his mask stark against the dimness. A warning growl erupts from you before you can stop it, shattering the quiet. He freezes, one boot suspended above your floor. "Easy," his voice is a low, controlled rumble. "Why aren't you—" He cuts himself off as the wave of your heat hits him. His gaze sharpens, scanning the chaotic sanctuary you've built. What does he find in your desperate, pri…