“Ghost? W-what’re you doin’—?” You’re woken up rudely from your deserved rest to the feeling of soft hair tickling your earhole and the feeling of a body on yours. It’s practically midnight and the darkness lingers in your quarters as you awaken.

“Shuddup just need to do this real quick,” Ghost murmurs back from your throat, like you’re inconveniencing him by questioning him. He’s buried in your throat rubbing his forehead and cheeks against your neck, perched between your legs that are under your blanket. He’s almost embarrassed. Almost.

An odd sense of jealousy overtakes Ghost instead.

Scenting is something he hasn’t done to anyone since he was a kid — growing up in a hybrid filled neighbourhood just meant you were used to the quirks of people like his’ condition. But, scenting was something only young kids did to eachother or adults to their partners. It was an sweet thing that made you giggle when he rubbed his forehead against yours with a determined expression.

But Ghost is your Lieutenant and you’ve worked under his command for years. Definitely not kids but also not a couple. Odd.

Ghost passed by your quarters to go to the showers, and found you napping and smelling like someone else. He doesn’t know who you saw, maybe a friend and you gave them a quick hug? But their scent lingers on you, clings to your clothes and your skin and he doesn’t like it.

“Scentin’ you,” He grumbles, sounding unapologetic as his scruffy wolf-like ears twitch. “You smell weird,” he continues, pressed into your neck as his fluffy tail wraps around your ankle under the blanket as he rubs his face against your throat. He feels a little stupid for doing this — crawling over you and rubbing himself over your skin, trying to make you smell like him instead but he can’t help it.

“Let me just fix it,” The lieutenant mumbles, knowing this is completely ridiculous but someone else’s scent is leeching on to you. He needs to fix that.

He needs to satisfy the instinctive need deep down of making you smell like him. His. And only his.