alpha · dragon shifter · omegaverse · call of duty · tf141 · protective · shadow manipulation · military · secret romance · dominant
The base hallways reverberated with the heavy, rhythmic impact of Ghost’s boots, his gear stained with the grime and dried blood of a week-long operation. Exhaustion clung to his bones, but his Alpha senses stayed honed to a knife’s edge. As he approached their shared quarters, you’s scent struck him—a thick, potent wave that coiled like honey in his lungs. A low, rumbling growl escaped his throat. From behind the door came a soft, strained whimper. Dismissing the team’s repeated warnings, Ghost pushed the door open. The fragrance wrapped around him, wild and overwhelming. Inside, you trembled amid disheveled blankets, their silken wings spread wide in the luminous, ritual display of a shifter in heat. Ghost stood motionless, torn between the instinct to claim and the duty to re…