#cod mw22

[sirenafterdark]

[welshj03]

Free time

+ An animatic idea is haunting me but it’s not gonna be fun

[welshj03]

The video game screen trend but with Ghost! I love both versions :D

+Referenced parts of Brick lane for 2009 and Akihabara for 2022, Thank you google earth 🤣

[welshj03]

TW! Ghost’s backstory from the comics (Didn’t use his comic unmasked design though TT )

[tami-tamwrites]

Heat of Duty: The Blanket

Part Four

Alpha Ghost | Omega Reader | You were so sweet, donating your scent to Military Alphas in Need™

It was safe, confidential, and hey, fifty bucks is fifty bucks. It’s going great, until a certain Alpha decides you’re going to be his

CW: NSFW - Omegaverse Dynamics - Nothing too crazy but the usual scenting, marking, knotting, vaguely non-con. The yearning.

(1.8 m is something like 6ft. He's 6'2")

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His dark eyes drag slowly down your face and form before looking up. He has to bend some to look into your eyes, almost suffocating the space. It's… kinda hot. You have the chance to really get a look at tonight's bad decision.

He's a massive alpha, you can see now, at least 1.8 meters and double your width and weight. A tight shirt hugging his broad chest peaks out from under a zip up hoodie. From the look of his wrist, he has tattoos; lower, dark jeans and a belt that looks suspiciously like a weapon holster; higher, a beat up face with scruff on the chin and dark blonde hair just long enough to start to curl, poking out from under a cap. All things considered, he was a handsome fucker.

"You fancy a bite?" His low voice, dripping with Alpha energy, pulls your eyes back to meet his. Brown and focused. Hungry in a way that food cannot sate. Even without his scent, he has the look and confidence of a predator, zeroing in on salvation. He already knows exactly how he's going to devour you and he wants you to know it. But he's going to be so polite about it, taking you for food, maybe offering his hoodie later without the intention of trying to scent you. When was the last time you had an Alpha who wasn't handsy and pushy, jumping straight to crude remarks and anger at the slightest rejection?

Fuck. Not answering. They just saw my knob, affirmative. That's hot. Why didn't I shave? He berates himself, holding your gaze. "So fucking cute. What did I do to deserve this. Hell. They're still not saying anything.. I'm not going to just grab 'em and walk. I'm pretty sure that's only in the films-"

"I could eat," You give him a few slow blinks, leaning into his dominant energy.

"…Right," He smiles and tugs his mask back up over his slightly crooked nose. He nudges you out ahead of him, then tucks his hands in his pockets. "There's a deli bout two blocks up. Nice place." He would know, it's where he stopped for a piss a few hours ago. The place was a sight better than the shabbier pubs and kebab joints closer to the base, and hopefully good enough for this omega because he is NOT familiar with this part of the city.

"I need to, ah, drop this package off still." You look up at him, and gesture to your bag. Every week, you sleep with a small fleece blanket, letting it absorb the smell of your skin and your bed. Then you donate it to Military Alphas in Need™ (MAN - a great acronym) and fifty bucks get deposited into your account. Easy money, really.

"...Right." He answers and nods, stepping back to let you go to the dropbox he had unceremoniously guided you away from. He doesn't touch you, but his gaze is heavy, like he is watching and absorbing every detail about you. "You make good money fer it, then?" He asks, a hint of Alpha jealousy seeping into his tone. "No other Alphas bother you, do they?" He asks, voice lowering.

"Not any more than the usual harassment." You laugh, sliding the package into the slot. "This is supposed to be confidential, you know? I'm happy to sell a bit of my scent to help those in need."

"Mm." He agrees and then gives a small hand motion, guiding you to the sidewalk. He doesn't offer any more information on how he found you, and you let it slide. For now. He walks at your pace, standing as a tall presence just behind you. He doesn't say much more. When you stop at the corner, his elbow nudges you slightly, sending a delicious shiver down your back. When was the last time you felt so excited by a man?

Simon, for his part, is barely holding it together. His instincts are torn between growling at anyone that looks at you, burying his nose in your neck and inhaling until he's had his fill, and aborting the mission entirely and going to Plan B (which was going to your home and stealing a stash of your underwear.)(To be swapped out at a later date. He's not that inconsiderate.) You're so perfect. I'm really in this now. Wouldn't trade it for anything. He can feel the affection in his gaze and in the way he relaxes just by looking at you. He's going to make this work, goddamnit, even if he has to make it up as he goes.

"So you're army?" You ask, glancing up at him as you near the deli. He looks down and gives you a short nod.

"Special Forces. Can't say much more'n that." He looks ahead, and pulls open the door. The spot is nice, if not a bit old fashioned. There's a glass meat case, checkered linoleum, and the smell of toasting bread. Since it is about that time when people get off work, it's starting to get a bit busy. "Wha' do you like to eat? They got sandwiches. Soup." He pauses to look up at the menu. "…salad?"

He seems unsure. How can someone be so dominant and yet insecure? It pulls a smile to your lips. "Probably a combo." You offer, pretending to look at the menu while sneaking glances at him.

"Right. Yea. Get whatever you want. My treat." He says with that same low intensity.

That makes you chuckle softly. "Your treat, huh? Really pulling out all the stops to wine and dine me, eh?" You tease him, you can't help it.

His gaze flick back to yours, and even from under the mask, you can see his eyes crinkle with the humor. "Yea. Anything for you. It's the best deli in the city."

"Yea?" You play along, letting him wrap an arm around you and put his chin on your head. He's breathing you in, and even for him being mostly a stranger, it somehow feels right. "I didn't realize you were a connoisseur."

God you're so cute. He can hardly contain himself. Teasing me like this? When you don't pull away, he let's himself breathe your scent, holding you tight against his chest. It gives him a calm he's not sure he's ever felt. " 'M not. Actually never ate here before."

"Huh." You smile wider and laugh at his easy admittance, tipping your head up to look at him. "Then let's get a couple different things and share?"

"Tha's perfect, love. Yea. Whatever you want." He looks down at you with the deepest, most sincere eyes.

Your heart stutters and you realize… this might be it.

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As far as first dates go, it may be one of the best you've ever been on. You order several sandwiches, soups, and salads to share between you, and you watch him inhale 75% of it all, after making sure you got to taste everything and keep your favorites for yourself.

You learn a bit about him. He's from Manchester and has got a flat there still. He hasn't got any family left, but his brother Tommy was very important to him. He doesn't go into the details, but you get the sense that maybe his home life wasn't great.

"Joined the forces to get away from it, make a living for meself." He shrugs, "Been at it ever since."

He asks about you more than he talks about himself. He seems content to listen, and he listens intently. As you ramble about your work and where you went to school and what you do for fun, you get the sense that he is tucking away every detail.

"I'm in a volleyball league too. That's my attempt to get out more and interact with people." You grin at one point. "I'm not the most athletic, but it's not super competitive."

"Yea?" His eyebrows raise. Do NOT admit you already knew that, Riley. Do NOT blow this by lookin like a creep. "How often you doin tha'?" You tell him that it is every week, but you're just a sub, so you go every other week. Makes sense. "Yea? And you like it? That's good."

"You could join if you wanted." You offer, testing his interest. "Massive guy like you? You could just put your arms up like a wall." You tease, nudging his leg under the table with your own.

"Mebbe." He shrugs, ducking his head to take another bite of his sandwich, hoping you don't notice his blush. "I travel a lot for work though. Can't really promise any set schedule." It's not like he hasn't heard comments like that before, but there's something about how easily you seem to see him, and the way you offer to bring him into your life that is so easy.

When you finish your meal, he pays and you go outside. He stands there for a moment, awkwardly, with his hands in his pockets, while you fiddle with your hat. He's been an Alpha since he was about 18, but that doesn't mean he just HAS the charisma that comes so naturally to some Alphas. He's honed for combat and leadership, not wooing and charming an Omega. Plus, his glands have been fucked for so long now that he's not even sure how he's supposed to be feeling, or how he's supposed to go about properly claiming a mate. "It'll come naturally." Gaz's voice comes to mind. "You're an Alpha. You don't gotta second guess it." Yea. Right. Bollocks.

"Can I take you home?" He finally asks, his voice cutting though the din of the roadway and landing straight between your legs.

"To Manchester?" You tease, feeling the familiar flush of desire rising inside you.

"I've got a hotel room booked. It's nearby if ye like…" He answers, his eyes trained on you again, looking hungry. God I hope you don't think that's weird. He pauses. "Or, I mean, I'll bring ye back to yers. I've got a car parked around the block. Don't wanna assume nothin, but, fook," He gives the little chuckle you've come to recognize as nerves, "I'd take you to Manchester if you asked."

You smile, and with the type of audacity that comes with knowing you've got this man wrapped around your fingers, you put a hand on his chest and look up with gentle (read: seductive) eyes. "I want to show you my place."

Fuck. This is it.

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< Part Three

Part Five >

[tami-tamwrites]

Heat of Duty: The Blanket

Part Three

Alpha Ghost | Omega Reader | You were so sweet, donating your scent to Military Alphas in Need™

It was safe, confidential, and hey, fifty bucks is fifty bucks. It’s going great, until a certain Alpha decides you’re going to be his

CW: NSFW - Omegaverse Dynamics - Nothing too crazy but the usual scenting, marking, knotting, vaguely non-con

(I'm combining both versions of Ghost for this. Shh.)

(I'm still figuring out formatting and such. Your patience is appreciated)

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It’s not that Ghost has a hard time waiting.

He's been through worse. Seen worse. Dug himself from the grave and crawled back out to get revenge. He's a silent killer, a mass of muscle, blood, and controlled rage on the battlefield. But even a weapon will have it's weakness.

Which is why he’s here now.

Your scent has been slowly fading from the little blanket, which has only made him more determined to find you. The trained predator inside him would never let him lose his quarry.

It hadn’t been hard to hack into the donation center’s database, really. It was embarrassingly easy to trace that label back to you. The charity's database was barely encrypted, and he has connections who will draw files without asking questions.

You weren't terribly hard to find. An Omega in London. Been donating blankets for about a year now.

Searching your name showed where you worked, what you do for fun, even some past boyfriends… and, most importantly, you are unmarried and unmated. Unclaimed.

For now.

He shifts in the shadows of the alley, mind reviewing the details over and over.

"Come on luv," he murmurs to himself, letting a small smirk come to his lips before he fixes his mask. The bus he’s been waiting for finally pulls up. His pulse quickens to a heavy thud when the door hisses open and the passengers step off. His eyes narrow, taking in each figure, assessing for threats and more importantly….

You. Even bundled in your coat and hat, you’re unmistakable. He's scoured and scanned enough of your photos to recognize your form, even at a distance. I'd know you anywhere. His heart flutters, but then the wind shifts, and your scent hits him like a punch to the gut. Fuck. He feels himself practically whimper, as he is brought back to the first time he ever got your scent, in the locker rooms, months ago.

But he forces himself to focus. Now is not the time.

The special forces operative moves with deadly precision, closing the distance between you in seconds. His boots make barely a sound on the wet pavement as he steps up behind you.

“Pardon, love,” he says your name gruffly, his thick Mancunian accent making the words warm like velvet. You glance back, startled, and he gently guides you off to the side, away from prying eyes. With a few steps, he leads you into a narrow alley, caging you against the cold brick wall with his large, gloved hands. His tall, broad frame looms over you, casting a shadow as his eyes lock onto yours.

His voice drops low, almost a growl, “Got a minute for me, love?” As his eyes take in your confusion and fear, his heart races. He’s not a man that feels fear but as your perfect scent hits his nose and he gets the chance to look at you for real….

Shit… Didn’t think I’d get this far.

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"What. The. Fuck?!" You gasp and shove his chest. Your smaller hands don't do much to his large frame but the message is received loud and clear.

Shit, shit shit shit. "Oi, calm down love, yea?" He easily grabs your wrists, stopping your attacks. "… Please?" He adds as an afterthought. Even as the logical part of his mind knows that you're probably about to scream, the romantic (horny bastard) part of him is entranced by the spark in your eye and the warmth of your wrists in his gloved palms. His tone shifts, lower, slower, but firm. “Easy, love,” he mutters, his accent softening slightly. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Far from it. You don't know me but I'm in love with ye." The words fall from his mouth, and you can see a sort of intense sincerity in his gaze, which is fixed on yours.

He has… lovely brown eyes and dirty brown hair, although it's mostly hidden under a cap. Perhaps it's against your best interest, but you let yourself sniff the air. He has no scent, so he must be a beta but he's certainly not acting like one. It's enough to give you pause, but not enough to distract you from what he just said.

"You… love me?" You ask, eyebrows crinkling with judgement and, admittedly, a bit of curiosity. When you try to tug your hands away, he seems reluctant to let go.

"Yea." He speaks with a voice that doesn't sound like it is used to being soft as he slowly releases your hands. "Sorry for scarin' ya."

You raise one eyebrow and wait for him to continue.

"I got… the blanket. Yer blanket. In the care package." He manages to explain, internally cursing himself for not thinking this part over. The Alpha in him was all-in on this plan but conveniently forgot the wooing and courting it takes to get a mate. You can't just go straight to claiming. "Erm…" He sniffs once, buying time. You look as good as you smell. Better than I imagined. Fook. Focus!

He straightens slightly and continues. "I got your blanket in one of them care packages and I appreciate it more'n you know. You got me through some of the worst times, when I've been deployed." He chokes slightly, both on the words he just admitted (far more vulnerable than he's been with anyone, ever) and on the desperate hope that you won't glance down to see the other part of him, which is delightedly NOT feeling awkward about this interaction at all. "And, ah… it's been fading. Your scent. It only lasts so long, it's got me stink on it now." Smooth. Just admit it all at once, you knob, he winces. "I couldn't… couldn't lose you. So I came to find you instead." Don't ask how.

"You're an Alpha?" You ask, curiosity overriding your fight or flight instinct.

"Yea." He answers, relieved you aren't screaming. "Got me glands injured. I don't have a real scent, makes my ruts even harder to get through, among other things." He says it plainly, his Alpha demeanor more obvious now. Even without his pheromones, he manages to hold you captive. He has a raw magnetism about him.

"So.." You always had a thing for big men and bigger bad decisions. What's the worse that could happen? Your scent gives away your intention before your words do, and you see his eyelashes flutter. It's intoxicating, in a way, to see the effect you can have on an Alpha, without his scent overriding it all. "So I'm assuming you're here to court me, proper?" You rock your shoulders slightly and see his pupils widen.

"Yea." He nods, and then leans closer, not even hiding how he is inhaling your scent. "Yea, I'll court you proper, if you let me." He pulls down his mask now, letting you see the stubble and the scars on his lip.

"Names Simon Riley."

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< Part Two

[queenhunter102]

Bringing you onto base for the first time

Welcome to another part of my step dad series of them bringing you onto base/showing your around the base for this first time.

Stuck at the gate John stood and glared at the solider that was stopping him from entering the base "I told you, their my kid" he barked, the solider bristled against his superior shouting at him "I know sir…But they are not on any list" the solider said, sounding like a scolded child, "Give me the fucking phone" he said, as he held his hand out waiting for the soilder to put the phone into it, when the solider hesitently slipped the phone into John's hand, John rang the only number he knew that would fix the situation, "Hey Kate?" John waited and he waited, his arm slung over your shoulder, as he tried to keep you warm "I'm sorry, I wish I brought the car" he said, as he rubbed a hand up your arm, you had been staring daggers at him since he told you he was going on a walk and you had no choice in the matter and where going with, "I fucking hate you" you said, as you shivered next to him, pressing your hands into his buffer jacket, John only nodded his head "I know, I hate me too" Kate had finally arrived, with a few of her men "Sorry, I'm so late, I had some…" her eyes flicked down to you before flicking to John "…Paper work" she said, as she walked over to the pair, "I know you like them young John, but not this young" John's upper lip curled up into a snarl "Watch your mouth Kate that's my kid" he said, Kate put her hands up "Sorry my bad" she said, extending a hand out to you "Kate Laswell" she said, you pushed her hand away "Good for you" you said. "You're just gonna?" Kate asked, he brows up in her hair line, "Yeah, I am you made a disgusting comment about them and me"John said, glaring at Kate, huffed, before turning towards the solider that was preventing you both from getting on base "So you like to make kids stand out in the freezing cold" she said, the solider strightend "No, ma'am" the solider said, Kate pursed her lips "The strip off your outer layers and you boots and stand out in the cold", She said, waving her hand out the road "Ma'am? It's freezing" the solider said sounding like he was about to defy orders. "And you didn't offer neither John or his kid a place inside the watch tower, strip and stand" she said, crossing her arms waiting, The solider nodded and stripped down and walked out and stood outside the door, "How long had he made you wait" Kate asked, looking over to you and John "Close to an hour" he said, as he urshered you past the gate "Then he can stand there for thirty, and suffer" she said, as she followed after you. "Fucking prick, imagine making a kid stand out in the cold to wait" Kate muttered, John hummed beside her. "I know"

Quick Lunch at the Canteen Simon, had manged to keep you hidden for most of the day, out of sight and away from being too much of a distraction from his boys…but then lunch time had come around and you bouncing on the couch complaining "I'm hungry" you said "Hi, hungry, I'm Simon" he said flicking open a new file, his brain and begun to fry hours ago and he hated going over the files but it needed done, he heard you groan "Not funny, Si" you muttered, throwing yourself onto the couch "I'm starvin" you complained again. Simon sighed, he really couldn't afford to step away from the desk, the file needed to be read and then sent back with updated information, so Simon turned in his desk chair and opened the mini fridge he kept by his desk to find…a half eaten chocolate bar from god knows when and a half drank water bottle, he grimaced, since had moved in full time with you and your mum he hadn't really thought about restocking his fridge hell he forgot he had it…. Simon sighed, as he straighten up in his chair "Right, how about some canteen food" he said, pushing to a stand "Food!" you cheered pushing yourself to a stand, Simon walked over to you and picked you up "I'm going to need you to listen" he said holding up a finger, you looked up at him nodding "I'm going to carry you to and from the canteen, cause you're too short to move around on your own" he said, you pout you had wanted to see stuff, he held up a second finger "And two, the canteen food is not the best, it's not like your mum's cooking" he said, you looked at him confused "How?" you asked, Simon really didn't want to get into the samantics nor the politics of canteen food "Cause it just is" he said, as he walked out of the office with you.

Simon hated that you brought so much attention, he understood the why, you're adoreable, and sweet and kind, with that sweet smile…well almost sweet you were missing two teeth one from your two front and the other from your bottom row, he knew it just added to your cuteness, the staring also didn't stop when he had entered the canteen with you all eyes turned to him, and he bristled, he hated it, he really fucking hated it and he despised it when you tucked yourself into his chest hiding your face into his neck, he pressed a kiss to your head as he picked up two trays and slid them along the tray slides "They're looking at us" you whispered to him. Simon hummed "I know, but it's ok, we'll get the food and they'll stop" he whispered back, you burried closer "Can they stop now?" you ask, Simon smiled at the cook behind the counter pointing what he wanted before nudging you "Soon baby, soon — Hey what do you want?" he asked nodding to the hot plate that in front, you pointed out to some pasta and sauce, before diving back into his shoulder, he sighed as he tried to soothe you a little, once he got to end of the line, he tried to pick up the trays, but Johnny swooped in and picked up one with his free hand. "Where's my little star" he asked nodding to you, "Hiding, they don't like all the stares" Simon said as he picked up the tray, Johnny nodded looking out into the rest of the canteen, seeing all the wide eyed stares "Yeah, I would be too" he said, before turning back to you both, "Johnny get me a ham sandwich, just incase" Simon said nodding towards the to-go fridge, Johnny nodded his head "Aye, Aye, anything for my star" he said, leaving and returning with said sandwhich. Simon had barely managed to get you to settle next to him, before you dove into his side, Simon closed his eyes as he patted your back trying to coo you out of hiding "You were complaing you were hungry and now you won't eat little star" he said scoping some pasta onto the shitty fork and offering it to you, you shook your head "I'm not hungry anymore" you said pushing his hand away, Johnny sat down across from the pair of you, before he slid the ham sandwich across the table "You can eat that and no-one will see, I'm blocking them" he said, you looked up then your eyes looking to the side of Johnny before you swiped the sandwich off the table and devored it. "Thanks mate" "No problem, Just got to treat them like a mini you" "Mini Me?" "Aye, a mini" "My mini"

Showing you around the office You trailed behind Johnny as he showed you around the office "And this is my office" he says swinging the door open, he watched as you srunched your face "It's tiny" you said, looking around his small office, Johnny hummed "Yeah well it's ma office" he said, pointing to a chair, you pursed your lips as you took a seat in his dingy little office "No like it's bad, this is what your proud of?" you ask, your head spinning round the office "Hey! this is an upgrade I'm not having to work with other guys" he said, as he leaned on his shitty little desk. You squinted your eyes at him "You hate the quiet…Like really hate it, this is John's way of punishing you" you said your fingers tapping against the chair, Johnny had grunted, you weren't wrong Price was punishing him for the last mission they had wen't out on "NU-UH" he said, "This is better anyway, no distractions" he muttered, before he stood "'Mon, I'll show the old office" he said pushing off from his desk, you nodded as you stood beside him. Johnny guieded you through a few hallways and protected your eyes when you passed by the windows that looked out onto the training grounds, once you had made it to the doors to the office he sighed "They're going to be weird with you" he said bluntly, you looked at him confused "What?" Johnny scrunched his face up "Some of them are young…close to you in age and really don't know how to talk to somone who's a civ'vy" he said, you slowly nod your head "So what? They won't talk to me?" he shook his head, before he punched the code in and unlocked the door. And dear good god he wasn't wrong, a few heads looked up from the computers before returning, then said head would freeze and take a second look at you standing beside Johnny and they would nearly fall out of their chair, others just straight up stared at you, Johnny wrapped an arm over your shoulders, moving you on with a gentle push to the far back of the room towards Simon, Who looked pissed off staring at the screen "Oh look, It's your uncle! lieutenant Riley" Johnny called out over his shoulder. You watched as heads and eyes a like found far more interesting things than you, Simon glanced up then seeing you and Johnny, Simon was quick to close his brower and lock his screen "Hello" he said, spinning in his chair to look at you both, you smiled and waved "Hi!" you said giving him a wave, He nodded his head as he stood offering you his seat "Kiddo, take a seat" he said lightly shoving you into his seat. He leaned his hip against the desk and glanced out over his shoulder "They really are weird huh?" he said, looking at the soliders who were stealing glances in your direction, Johnny grumbled "I know", Simon squinted at the men "If they don't quit it, they'll be running laps" he said loudly, only some dropped their eyes but a few brave ones still looked at you but kept glacing away in fear of Simon and what he would do to them. "Imagine creepin on a kid" "I know" "My Kiddo"

Showing you the gun range Kyle gently pushed you past the door, shoving some ear defenders over your head "Press this tight to your ears" he said, you nodded pressing the ear phones tight, he took your hand as he guided you to one of the stands to where John stood, Kyle kept you away from the stand , as he kneeled down in front of you "Right honey, see that line" he pointed bright yellow line that showed clear not to pass. You nodded your head, "Do not cross it" he said firmly, you nodded your head again "Rule one, stay behind the line, Rule two, hands in front and Rule three, Don't take off ear defenders" you said counting off the rules he had given you he nodded his head he pointed to the side, and you took your place before he waited for John to be done and tapped the ledge in front getting John's attention. "Kyle? What you doing here?" he asked pulling out his ear plugs, John's eyes find you in the distance "You got the littl'in" he says nodding to you, "Yeah, they wanted to see the base and this is the fun part" he said as he stood beside him, John hummed as he put the gun down and walked over to you patting your head "Wanna see?" he asked, you nodded as he scopped you up and pointed to what Kyle was doing. "So first he's gonna check the gun" John said "Then when it's cleared he gonna take a practice aim" he said, as Kyle took aim, "Then he's gonna fix his stance" he said, "What's that word?" you ask looking down at John "Stance?" you nod "It means how someone stands" he said, Kyle changed his stance "See how he went from having his legs together then apart" you nod again "That's him changing his stance" he said, you hummed as you nodded, "Press down real tight of your eardefenders" he said tapping your defenders. You clutch your them to your ears, as Kyle fires off a few rounds, John taps your arm "Alright all done" he said, as Kyle disenaged and walked over, John took the gun to return it to the Armoury point "How were they?" Kyle asked "Sweet as can be" John shouted back "Yeah!" "Aye…don't bring them back" "I wasn't gonna!"

Showing you the training grounds Alejandro gently pushed you along "Hate that I have to do this…like really can't we go the big shopping place" he said as tried to stop you from going into the training grounds "Oh hell no! You lost the bet, now you pay up" you said, pointing to the door, Alejandro grumbled as he opened the door to the training grounds "Honestly remind me why I'm doing this" he said, as he allowed you to walk past him. "You lost the card game remember" you said, as you looked around finding a few soliders here and there, some out running, others lifting weights…and some…some where sparing and that was what you were most interested in, you smiled as you walked the path pretending to look around at the other soliders while keeping on the sparing groups. You could hear Alejandro boke, as he followed after you, he knew you just wanted to watch men and women get hot and sweaty, he knew it and he hated it, but he did lose the deal and your mother would kill him if he didn't show you around base even a little "Right well this is the training grounds where people get warm and produce body oder" he said waving his hand around, if he could make you move from here that would be even better, he could see some of the soliders eyeing you. He glared at them as he moved closer, throwing his arm over your shoulder and giving them the most evileist stink eye that he could, as he walked you further along hoping to find anyone of his team members, he found Kyle who stood at the edge of a mat watching as two soldier's hand to hand, he steered you to him "Kyle!" he called out as he pushed you between him and Kyle turned to look at you, then Alejandro. "I didn't think that the base tour was so close" he said, as he turned back to the pair on the mat "Neither did I, but both them and their mother could be rather insistant" he grumbled as he stared at the soliders, You beamed up at Kyle "You won't believe it Kyle, I won against him" you said, Kyle nodded his head "I had heard, something to do with cards I believe" he said, smiling down at you, you nodded, "Yeah, it was real easy, a clean sweep" you said, Alejandro groaned "I wasn't exactly sober" he grumbled, you shrugged your shoulders "I won anyway" "Barely counts" "I'm here aren't I?" "Only cause you're mother made me" "As if you'd go back on your word" "You got me there how about we finish the tour and get you back home" "Na, I'm happy watching men get sweaty" "Well…No, Move or I'm telling your mother about that classmate of yours" "You wouldn't" "Fuck around"

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Heat of Duty: The Blanket

Part Two

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Alpha Ghost | Omega Reader | You were so sweet, donating your scent to Military Alphas in Need™

It was safe, confidential, and hey, fifty bucks is fifty bucks. It’s going great, until a certain Alpha decides you’re going to be his

CW: NSFW - Omegaverse Dynamics - Nothing too crazy but the usual scenting, marking, knotting, vaguely non-con - Solo Male Jacking

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It’s not that Ghost has a hard time waiting.

But the longer he sits in this alley, surrounded by the grime and graffiti of the city, the more that familiar tension coils in his gut. Every car that passes by, every set of footsteps that echoes from the street, even the stupid cooing of the errant pigeons, has him on edge. It was bad enough that the mission almost got delayed (throwing off the timing for his plan), but now, you're so close he can almost taste it. It makes his teeth ache and the scars on his neck throb.

He knows you’ll be here, and it's the knowing that keeps him calm, collected. He’s tracked your routine down to the minute. Work during the week, some sort of admin job in the city, plus volleyball league every other Tuesday. He'll have to ask more about that. But right now is the most important time of the week. It's Friday, and that's when you trek across the city, by bus, to make your donation: A little blanket you slept with for the week, covering it with your perfect omega scent. It’s a small charity, nothing terribly special. They pay you a little bit for your effort, for your kindness in offering your scent to poor bastards in the military who have go through rut without a mate's scent.

Bastards like him.

The thought of other Alphas getting your scent makes his teeth clench. Fucking cunts. None of them deserve you. None of them can have you.

He does his best to relax his jaw as his hand rises to rub the old scars on his neck, the rough patches that didn't quite heal right, after Mexico. He tries not to think about it, but the thoughts come anyway: The way his pheromones barely function, how his body doesn’t quite act the way it should. The rough scar tissue is a constant reminder of what he’s lost. He's an Alpha without any meaningful scent- no bonding, no way to release his pheromones, no way to attract a mate.

His brow furrows as he remembers of the flyer Price had given him after a particularly rough rut. “It’s a free service. Just sign up. You’re no good to anyone with your head all twisted up, son.”

That’s how he ended up with your scent- that perfect little blue blanket- included in a 'rut care package'. He’d shoved it to the back of his locker at first, ashamed of the weakness it represented. But when that next rut hit hard, he’d ripped open that plastic bag like a man starved.

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"Fuckin hell," he mutters again, leaning against the cool tile wall of the shower. He's been alternating between hot and cold water for at least half an hour, as his body shifts between boiling alive and bone-shaking chills. Even without his heavy, rutting Alpha pheromones filling the locker room, the space had cleared out fairly quickly. Nobody wants to cross Ghost on a good day, and today is definitely not a good day. He'd been extra growly all week, and taking it out on the recruits. "I probably pushed too far, to be honest."

With a slow, shaky sigh, he looks down at his hands, looking at the familiar faded scars and taking stock of the new ones, doing his best to blink away the fog in his mind. "I can't… I can't keep this up." He admits to himself, inhaling slowly as the water sprays on his back. There's a heavy heat coiled in his belly, like a dense weight that is getting heavier, radiating outward, pushing on his joints and demanding something. His cock, thick and heavy as ever, maintains a half-chub. The more adolescent part of his brain feels the draw. Maybe a quick wank wouldn't hurt? But the older, wiser part of him knows it will be useless. Doesn't matter if he gets off, doesn't matter if he rubs himself raw - cumming will bring no release without that missing piece…

His eyes dart to the lockers, suddenly remembering that stupid package. A tiny spark lights up in the back of his brain. Omega. Scent. Mine. Scent. Omega. "Bloody fookin hell." He groans, and his cock comes to full attention, just from that little thought.

Before he can think twice, he's already turning off the water and grabbing a towel, drying his dark blond curls with a quick flip of his wrist before tying the towel low on his hips. He sucks air through his teeth, reacting to the friction the towel provides as it drapes obscenely, hanging off his erection. "Fuck. Fuck. This is mad." He laughs, feeling some barrier in his mind break as he opens his locker and rips open that stupid package.

Then…. oh.

It could just be the rut. It could be that his mind is gone and he is lost in the sauce. Maybe, in another scenario, he wouldn't be so affected… but right now, in this moment, that soft little blanket falls into his hands and your scent explodes in the air around him.

It's dizzying. Maddening. Omegas always have a nice smell to them, Ghost can admit, but he's never been in one's nest before. He's never been exposed to the raw, potent scent of skin and sweat and musk and pure Omega like this. It makes his knees weak. It knocks him back to sit on the bench (he'd be on the floor otherwise.)

Without a second thought, his broad, rough hand is on his cock. It's a familiar feeling, any man knows, but in this moment, it is ecstasy beyond any high he's ever had. His fingers wrap around the thick, solid length and begin to pump, as his other hand holds the blanket to his face. He can imagine you, ethereally, straddling his thighs and bouncing on his cock. Swear to God, it's more real than any shag he's had.

His first release comes quickly, spurting from the tip of his cock in thick globs that coat his hand, his legs, the floor, mixing with his sweat and the water from the shower… but he does not stop anytime soon.

(It is one of the best ruts he'd ever had, gagging on the blanket, drowning in your scent, as he palmed his cock like a man possessed. Somewhere in the haze, the animal part of his brain decided that is it. He never wants to stop chasing that high.)

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