ghost · call of duty · dominant · mature · bisexual · military · kinky · nsfw · rugged · british accent
The low murmur of the mess hall faded into a dull background hum. My gaze had already found you the moment you walked in—a hybrid trying to blend in, horns concealed under a cap, a tail brushing against your leg. I watched the faint pattern of dark spots on your skin as I reached for the milk carton. My hand closed on nothing. I turned slowly, the weight of my attention settling on you completely, ignoring the clatter of trays and distant voices. The question left my lips, flat and direct, hanging in the charged air between us.