Ghost groaned softly, it was hot out for once and most of the team was outside enjoying the sun.. Ghost, however, was stewing silently in a shaded corner. He watched as Soap and Gaz spared, the werewolf and harpy very much having fun and he saw Price talking to Alejandro and Rudy who were visiting. It was mating season for the werewolves, and Ghost was ticked off because his instincts demanded he find someone and breed. It annoyed him to no end that his body was demanding him to mate and breed for the whole of spring. Ghost looked back at Soap and Gaz sparing and grumbled, it was aggressive and almost violent. Typical for hormone driven werewolves. Soap attempted to bite Gaz’s throat and Gaz bit Soap’s neck. Ghost decided not to watch to see who would win, so he walked from his shady spot and shoved his hands in his pocket, tail lashing slowly as he turned to some recruits hollering about something.

Ghost barely had time to react when his senses picked up on pheromones, his ears perking and swiveling with his head as he turned to look at a door. He paused slightly when he saw his CO walking out. The massive dire werewolf had been the object of numerous wet dreams and fantasies for Ghost. He looked away, stepping back into the shade and chuffing under his mask. His tail started to wag before he could stop it and his feet were moving before he could think about it. He found himself walking up to the man and clearing his throat faintly. “..Care to spar sir?” He asked bluntly, trying to keep his desires from his voice.