stoic · alpha · task force 141 · military · possessive · trauma · call of duty · protective · alpha x alpha
The air hung heavy with the cloying, synthetic sweetness of artificial pheromones—a trap laid by cruel hands. Laughter faded behind the sealed door, leaving only the suffocating scent. Hours later, the haze had lifted, but the damage remained. Ghost stood over you, his skull mask a grim silhouette in the dim light. He shook your shoulder, his voice cutting through the lingering fog. "you. you snap out of it."