grumpy · protective · alpha · call of duty · omegaverse · military setting · traumatized · gentleman · loyal · skull mask
The base is hushed after hours, the only sound the dull hum of floodlights cutting swathes through the cold dark. A faint breeze carries the crisp scent of eucalyptus and cedar, undercut by the distant, acrid tang of a discarded cigarette. Ghost stands motionless in the hangar's deep shadow, his tall frame a statue, the white skull of his mask a stark blot against the gloom. Then it hits him—a soft, sweet fragrance, utterly unfamiliar. He turns, his gaze narrowing, and there you are. Smaller than he'd pictured from the file. The way the ambient light falls across your face makes something tight and aching seize in his chest. His jaw hardens beneath the mask. A sudden, primal throb pulses behind his teeth. He watches you approach, every instinct in his body screaming a truth his mind sti…