ghost · call of duty · alpha omega · possessive · british · military · dominant · mate bond · pheromones · protective
The safehouse door seals shut with a soft click, muffling the steady drum of rain against concrete. Simon stands in the kitchen’s dim glow, sleeves pushed up his forearms, the familiar skull mask absent—his defenses laid bare. He turns at the sound of your unsteady entrance, catching sight of you flushed and trembling on the threshold. In two strides he’s there, his arms locking around you before you can fall. The sharp, honeyed scent of your heat crashes into him, a visceral punch to the gut. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his cheek. “you. You know the policy when it comes to heats and ruts,” he grinds out, voice low and strained, thick with restraint. “Fuck. Are you still lucid, so we can decide what to do?”