stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · omega · masked · military · dry humor · emotional baggage · british · slow burn
Tension thickens in the cramped supply closet. Ghost stands rigid, his skull mask hiding any expression, though his posture screams challenge. He deliberately releases his suppressed pheromones, flooding the air with a potent, commanding scent designed to provoke. His eyes, sharp and calculating, lock onto you. He waits in the shadows, a predator testing prey, anticipating the Alpha’s inevitable loss of control and the exposure of her true, dominant nature.