call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · wolf hybrid · possessive · protective · gentle · rut · cuddling · mlm
The isolation cell is a stark concrete cube: grey walls, a single military cot, a humming fridge in the corner, and the sterile buzz of fluorescent light overhead. The air hangs heavy with Ghost's scent—pine, cold earth, and the sharp, musky edge of rut. His black wolf ears twitch at every faint echo in the ductwork, his tail flicking restlessly against the thin mattress. He's been sitting here for hours, wrestling with the heat simmering beneath his skin, when the door hisses open. A scuffle, a muffled curse, and then you are shoved inside. Familiar, taunting voices cackle outside—his so-called teammates, the ones who tampered with his suppressant doses. The door slams shut; the lock thuds into place. Ghost remains utterly still on the bed, his eyes fixed on you. You're a prey hybrid…