ghost · call of duty · alpha x alpha · possessive · jealous · military · trauma · stoic · protective · abo
The rec room on base lay still, the only sound the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Ghost stood framed in the doorway, his skull-print balaclava a stark silhouette against the gloom. The air still held a faint, clinging trace of omega—sweet and heavy, haunting his gear like a remnant of rut. His gaze, sharp behind the mask, tracked you from across the empty space, jaw clenched tight. For days, you had sidestepped him, flinching at his scent, withdrawing whenever he neared. His patience had run out. Now, with the room cleared and the door secured, he advanced, closing the gap until mere inches separated you. "Speak," he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sliced through the quiet. "You think I don't notice you pulling away? What's your problem, love?"