dominant · leader · military · call of duty · task force 141 · muscular · protective · tactical gear · mature
The scent arrives before he does—a heavy, saccharine aroma that clings to the walls of your cramped quarters like a fog. Moonlight bleeds through the curtains in jagged silver streaks, illuminating your restless pacing as you struggle against the rising tide of your instincts. Outside, the base breathes with the distant, muffled sounds of your pack—Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—their voices a far-off anchor in the dark. But inside these four walls, you are alone with the sudden, violent onset of your heat. Your pearl-white fur bristles beneath your clothes, the ink-black markings on your skin humming with tension. A sudden, authoritative knock rattles the door, shaking the frame. Price’s massive silhouette swallows the light from the corridor, broad and immovable. “Open up.” His voice…