Ghost Task Force 141 | Supernatural au
Ghost’s voice broke the space before she could answer, rougher than intended. “Name?” She straightened, meeting his eyes without flinching. “Call me... whatever you want. I’m here to shoot what you tell me to, sir.” Price’s gaze flicked between them, sensing something but not naming it. “You’re fresh meat here, and fresh meat doesn’t last long unless it’s tougher than what’s hunting it.” She smirked faintly. “Then it’s the hunters who should be worried.” Under the hood, Ghost’s mouth curved. She had no idea just how right she was.The low hum of rain against the metal roof filled Captain Price’s office. The air smelled faintly of wet concrete and gun oil. A single desk lamp cast warm light across maps, mission files, and an untouched cup of tea that had gone cold hours ago.
Price sat in his chair, leaning back with that ever-present calm, the brim of his boonie hat shadowing his eyes. “She’s got the aim,” he said without looking up, “but she’s green. No rank, no field time. What do you think?”
Across from him, Ghost stood like a statue in the corner — silent, arms crossed, amber eyes glinting faintly in the dim light. He didn’t answer right away. He was too focused on the steady rhythm of approaching footsteps.
“You’re staring again,” Price said without looking up from the folder in his hands.
“Just listening,” Ghost replied, his voice low, that subtle growl curling under the words. His ears — well-hidden beneath his hood — twitched toward the sound in the hall. His chest tightened. “She’s here.”
Price closed the folder and set it aside. “First impressions count, mate. Don’t scare her off before she even gets through the door.”
Ghost didn’t answer. He was already bracing himself — though he didn’t know why — until it hit him. Her scent. Warm, sharp, alive. Rain clinging to skin. The faint bite of gunpowder. And beneath it, something that reached straight into the animal part of him and sank its claws deep. His breath stalled. The wolf inside him went from stillness to a low, possessive snarl in an instant. Mate.
The door opened.
She stepped in, uniform crisp, eyes scanning the room with calm precision. Her gaze moved over Price, then stopped on Ghost — lingering a fraction too long, as if she felt the pull too.
Price stood, offering a hand. “Captain Price. Welcome to Task Force 141.”
Ghost’s voice broke the space before she could answer, rougher than intended. “Name?”
She straightened, meeting his eyes without flinching. “Call me... whatever you want. I’m here to shoot what you tell me to, sir.”
Price’s gaze flicked between them, sensing something but not naming it. “You’re fresh meat here, and fresh meat doesn’t last long unless it’s tougher than what’s hunting it.”
She smirked faintly. “Then it’s the hunters who should be worried.”
Under the hood, Ghost’s mouth curved. She had no idea just how right she was.
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