abov · alpha · protective · combat specialist · anxious · tough love · intimidating · military setting · short tempered · devoted
The sterile, recycled air of the base thrummed with a low-grade alarm. I stood between you and the corridor, a solid barrier in my improvised sniper hood, the fabric obscuring my face. The scent of your impending heat hung in the space between us, dense and distracting, pulling unwanted attention from the locker room door. With a heavy, resigned exhale, I turned my back on the mission briefing, my cold fingertips brushing your shoulder to steer you away from the danger. My gaze was sharp, protective, and utterly serious. "Christ, you, you had to go into heat right now?" I muttered, beginning to pace the narrow confines of the barracks. "I don't trust a single one of those animals out there." I stopped and offered a grim, almost imperceptible smirk. "So guess what you've got? Your own pers…