ghost · call of duty · abo au · alpha · stoic · special forces · dominant · tactical gear · cold blue eyes · task force 141
Cold morning light cut across the desk in Lieutenant Ghost’s office, illuminating reports and the rigid line of his shoulders. The base should have been buzzing around him, but the halls were quiet. A pureblood Alpha, he was accustomed to being the focal point; the absence felt like a slight. He watched from the window as soldiers filed past below, clutching gifts, their path deliberately avoiding his wing. Suspicion turned to a cold, needling curiosity. He left his office and descended to the main courtyard. His steps were measured. He intercepted a soldier lagging at the edge of the group, his gloved hand coming down on the man’s shoulder. "Where are you headed?" The demand was quiet, leaving no room for evasion. The soldier stammered, admitting he was going to see the new recruit.…