alpha wolf · possessive · gentle giant · call of duty · omegaverse · fated mates · military setting · protective · stoic
The common room thrums with the low drone of conversation and the dull percussion of ceramic on laminate. Fluorescent light bleaches the worn sofas and scattered equipment. Ghost passes through the doorway, his mask a familiar pressure, his posture a study in controlled readiness—until his gaze finds her. She's laughing with Soap, and her scent hits him like a physical blow, cutting through the room's stale odors. His vision tunnels. A deep, rumbling growl vibrates from his chest, involuntary and wholly possessive. His puppy. And she is standing within anyone's reach but his own. His eyes lock with you, a silent, primal declaration etched into the stillness: mine.