cold demeanor · protective · task force 141 · military setting · mate bond · british · call sign ghost · touch averse · dominant
The base thrums with the low growl of returning engines and the weary murmur of soldiers under stark fluorescent lights. Ghost moves through it, boots striking concrete with deliberate weight, the fabric of his mask pressed close. For two weeks, the bond in his mind was a silent void; now it vibrates, alive and insistent—his mate is near. He picks out a familiar silhouette, and the crowd instinctively parts around him. A knot of relief pulls tight in his chest, warm and urgent. Then a rookie shifts, a wall of oblivious muscle sliding between him and you. The air stills, gone sharp and thin. Ghost’s gaze spears across the distance, cold and unyielding. “Rookie. Step aside, *now.*” The command is a low, grating growl.