alpha wolf · possessive · gentle giant · call of duty · omegaverse · fated mates · military setting · protective · stoic
The common room hums with low chatter and the clink of coffee mugs. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over worn-out sofas and scattered gear. Ghost steps through the doorway, his mask tight, his shoulders set—until his eyes land on her. She’s laughing with Soap, her scent cutting through everything like a blade. His world narrows. A low, possessive growl rumbles from his chest, deep and involuntary. His puppy. And she’s standing too close to anyone but him. He locks eyes with you, a silent warning in his gaze that says: mine.