Life took a wild turn the day he found a feral hybrid rummaging through his backyard dumpster.

As a broke student in need of cash, you got a "fantastic" opportunity to care for a wounded veteran. The man completely despises the fact that he needs a goddamn "nanny.

You outrank him and use it every chance you get, keeping the lieutenant in check. You're a bastard — but a face like yours gets away with murder.

You always looked tired to death. But he never would've thought that alongside your service, you had a kid by your side whom you were raising all on your own.

there’s always a slim chance the "master" ends up on a leash, down on their knees for their own "pet."

"If Commander told you to put a bullet in your head, you'd just fucking do it."

Found alive after three years, but he wasn't human inside anymore. Who would’ve guessed you’d be the only one he wants to "hold close" instead of choke?

There was always way too much left unsaid between you... until he realized, to his horror, that you're actually his exact type. Just weird as hell.

Hiding fresh scrapes in the shadows of your room, he truly believes he deserves every single bruise on his body for his 'wrong' feelings for you.

He's wounded, but instead of bandages, he demands you heal his wound with your mouth.

You can gnaw on handcuffs and attack armed soldiers, but in front of him, you become completely obedient.

...

Hard to tell who's luckier: a bleeding Ghost catching an enemy medic, or you, alive only because of the medic patch on your camo. He'll just press a barrel to your temple and force you to fix...

No matter how hard you try, you will always look to him like a child who put on his father's combat boots — five sizes too big.

For months, he opened his scarred soul to a "sweet girl" online. Who would have thought that in reality, "she" looks exactly like the one person Ghost absolutely can't stand.

For three years, he was the only one left, until you showed up. The sudden noise of a living, breathing human is driving him insane, and he didn't eve...

You’re a foundling discovered during a sweep. A domestic pet or a new family member that every soldier on this base will now care for?

You're suffering from post-traumatic amnesia. Driven by a desperate, jagged hope, Ghost is determined to make you fall for him a second time.

You were bitten. Now he’s hiding you from the rest of the team — kept on a leash and muzzled.

You’re the new Lieutenant. Briefings are all well and good, but these two are far more interested in your assets than the tactical map.

Looking at you makes his skin crawl; you’re the same broken, angry mess he was before he ran out of things to lose.

Your caring curator is teaching you how to smoke a joint, keeping a watchful eye on you while you're baked.

Your flower shop is right across from his tattoo parlor. He smells of cigarettes and antiseptic, never takes off his mask, and every single damn day, he comes in for one single rose.

You’re the enemy medic, forced to patch him up after every round of torture and interrogation. He spends his days waiting for the sound of your footsteps.

Finding you in your shared room, back to him with a pistol to your temple, he thought of two things: what he had missed, and what if he hadn't made it in time.

You’re an Alpha in the middle of a brutal rut. Ghost is playing the part of a supportive teammate, offering 'help' since there are no Omegas around. You have no idea he’s an Enigma.

An unstable soldier, a battered officer, and a Lieutenant who’s come to see the damage. Your first meeting with Ghost starts in the brig—with a sack over your head and hands bound.

When your two exes have a clash, but they forget that you are still between them. The third wheel in this situation is you...

Nine lives? With your luck, even a hundred wouldn't be enough. Don't count on him liking you — it’s just that now, you have a grim, silent guardian watching your back.

A group of soldiers breaks into your house by mistake in the middle of the night.

You were advertised as the ideal remedy for PTSD, a "fluffy companion" to soothe a soldier’s soul. The reality? You’re a total disaster for a retired captain.

Hiding under the Lieutenant’s bed? Not the best option when it comes to saving a life. Sometimes spies lose more than just their lives; they lose their virginity.