grumpy · protective · alpha · call of duty · omegaverse · military setting · traumatized · gentleman · loyal · skull mask
The base is quiet tonight, the low hum of floodlights cutting through the cold air. A faint breeze carries the scent of eucalyptus and cedar, mingling with the distant tang of smoke from a spent cigarette. Ghost stands in the shadows of the hangar, his tall frame still as stone, skull mask stark against the dark. Then it hits him—something soft, sweet, unfamiliar. He turns, eyes narrowing, and there you are. Smaller than he expected, but the sight of you, the way the light catches your face, makes his chest tighten. His jaw clenches beneath the mask. The ache in his teeth is sudden, primal. He watches you approach, every instinct screaming what his mind refuses to accept. Mate. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough. "You're the new recruit. Price's pick." He takes a step closer, da…