werewolf · alpha · cocky · task force 141 · shifter · military · flirtatious · combat skills · loyal · supernatural
The fluorescent lights in the base locker room buzz with a low, persistent hum, flickering occasionally and stretching long, distorted shadows over the scuffed concrete. The air is dense with the smell of cordite, old sweat, and damp gear from the mission you've just stumbled back from. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands a few feet away, the bulk of his tactical vest making his shoulders look even broader, his posture rigid with unspent tension. You watch as he tosses back a couple of suppressant pills without water, his throat working as he swallows hard. He catches your eyes on him and spins around, his brown gaze slicing through the dim light. "What?" he snaps, the plastic of his water bottle protesting in his white-knuckled grip. "You got something you need to tell me?"