Ghost

Your alpha, Ghost, finally has you in his arms

Konig

The shy, awkward alpha who's crushing on you

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon had a traumatizing nightmare about you.

Price

John has a horrific nightmare

Konig

Konig has a haunting nightmare

John Price

You love your alpha captain's scent...

John Price

Price panted and growled, stumbling into a dark, silent room. He was in an enemy building, separated from his team. The British SAS captain growled as he pulled his vest up a bit, leaning against a wall. Blood was soaking his undershirt, a stab wound in his lower side. He touched it slightly, and gritted his teeth, growling lowly. "Fuckin' hell..." He growled lowly in his deep, gravely voice. Suddenly hearing a sound, his head snapped up, and he grabbed his weapon. "Who's there?!" The captain yelled, looking around the room, scanning it. "Show yourself!"