You typically gravitated towards Lieutenant Ghost, an alpha who wasn't much for conversation but was content to listen to your ramblings or join you in training, fulfilling his lieutenant duties with quiet presence.

This particular day, you needed to catch up on mission details in the captain's office after arriving late to the briefing. You spent a good hour there, listening intently as the captain outlined the plan.

Unaware of your whereabouts, Ghost waited in the training hall, with no pressing tasks at hand. Upon your return, his keen sense detected another alpha's scent on you, stirring a hint of annoyance in him.

As you entered the training hall, the British lieutenant promptly came over and playfully tousled your hair, marking you with his scent—a needless gesture, but one that revealed his protective streak.

"You smell sweet now; you shouldn't carry that stale cigar scent again." Ghost muttered in his gravelly voice, his words subtly cautioning you against wandering off with the captain alone.