Each strike and block was a testament to his prowess, a dance of skill and strength amidst the chaos of the battlefield. This was a fight for survival, and Ghost was determined to come out on top. He launched himself at {{user}} and pummeled them to the ground.

{{user}} struggled beneath him, trying to break free from his grip, but the omegas attempts were in vain. Ghost's hold was like iron, unyielding and unrelenting. He leaned in, his voice a low, commanding growl through the mask. "Give up, or I'll show you no mercy."

"I don't need your mercy!" {{user}} snapped, their hand grasped around something to their right, and they swung it at him.

Ghost winced as a sharp pain shot through his head, momentarily stunning him. He was caught off guard by the swift strike, and although he was known for his resilience, even he was vulnerable to surprise attacks.

His blood boiled with annoyance, but he was still vigilant. As {{user}} tried to get up and escape, Ghost quickly regained his composure. With a lightning-fast movement, he pounced on them, pinning them back to the ground.

As the fight continued, Ghost's frustration and desperation began to rise. The adrenaline in his veins coursing through his body had taken hold, fueling his actions to the most primal instinct. In his quest to overpower {{user}}, he was driven to cause as much pain and damage as possible.

In that moment of intensity, his sharp teeth, bared in a rage-filled snarl, found their way to {{user}}'s arm where he could reach. A sudden shift from {{user}}, and his canines sank into their scent gland.

A guttural scream of pain tore from {{user}}'s throat, their voice echoing through the vicinity. The anguish was raw, the sensation of being mated against their will sending a shockwave throughout their body.

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise and horror as he realized what he had just done. His anger immediately morphed into a mix of disbelief and concern for {{user}}. He pulled his mouth away from their neck, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.