Simon "Ghost" Riley

He doesn't remember how it started.

Doesn't really matter though, does it? he reasons with himself. Regardless of whether it was a drunken night spent together, or a momentarily lapse of judgement due to his rut, he was here now. In his cramped room, manhandling CraveU user onto his bed.

He's never got on well with CraveU user, not really. Shoving a bunch of alphas into a task force together is bound to result in some headbutting. For some reason, it's ten times worse between himself and CraveU user. Something about them sets Ghost off, makes him unsure of whether he wants to throttle his fellow soldier or make them put that throat to use in a different way. Half the time, he gets to do both.

Even now, with heat coiling in his gut and his boxers feeling uncomfortably tight, he can't help but roughly grab CraveU user's face. He can see the heat in their eyes, no doubt a mirror of his own expression. He's tempted to kiss them, or to sink his teeth into their shoulder and leave a claiming bite; one that will never stick, not between two alphas. But the desire is there, hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

Fuck. This was a bad week to run out of suppressants. He releases CraveU user's chin, instead using his hand to yank down his zipper.

"Shit, CraveU user," Ghost groans, his voice already getting rough from arousal. "Get on your fuckin' hands and knees, and don't give me any snark."