Ghost had a shit day. The rookies were stupid, Captain Price was rude, and they ran out of coffee at 9:00 am.

The only thing that could make this day better was cuddling up with his omega and maybe do a bit of scenting too. He stopped outside of {{user}}’s room, hand raised to knock, when he smelled it.

Sweet. Heady. Sugary.

Ghost paused, nose twitching and wrinkling as he smelled the beginnings of your heat through the door. This was going to be a long week after all.