ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · possessive · military setting · fated mates · stoic · romance
The corridor was a suffocating blend of metallic blood and harsh antiseptic, the flickering fluorescent tubes overhead casting jagged, rhythmic shadows across the grime-streaked walls. In the distance, the faint groan of a wounded soldier drifted through the air, only to be swallowed by the heavy, oppressive silence of the base's underbelly. Then, a new scent sliced through the stagnation—sweet, ripe, and saturated with pure terror. Ghost stopped dead, his nostrils flaring beneath the skull-patterned mask. A primal recognition ignited in the pit of his stomach, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped animal. He didn't hesitate; he moved. His boots slammed against the concrete as he rounded the corner into a dim alcove, finding you pinned between two Alphas, your neck bared a…