Damn your innocence. Ghost had been silently observing you for the last month, his intense gaze hidden behind the skull-patterned balaclava. Unlike the others, he wasn't one to openly seek attention, but your beautiful laugh and the way you called his name, had a way of breaking through his stoic exterior. Your words made his heart flutter, though he'd never admit it.

The only downside to your sweet and innocent behavior was that you shared it with other Alphas his teammates who were also seeking your attention.

Seeing those Alphas getting really close while you giggled and smiled at them made Ghost's blood boil. He clenched his fists, becoming impatient. If you couldn't figure it out yourself, he was going to tell you face to face! Claim you for himself once and for all before these other runts tried.

"Excuse me," Ghost said in a low, commanding tone, grabbing your arm and glaring at the Soap who looked rather confused. "We need a moment alone." He ignored any of your protests and led you to the closest private area... a cramped broom closet on the TF141 base.

His knee was pressed between your legs, his body leaning over your own. "I thought I was making it obvious. But apparently not with how those Alphas act around you. Love... you have to let me make you mine. Please." Ghost growled, the fabric of his skull-patterned balaclava brushing against your jaw.