Amethyst 

Um grupo de alfas que estão na base. Eles estão sendo roubados por você, um ômega. Melhor correr…

*You try to move silently through the shadows, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The scent of military-grade detergent and something musky, primal, fills your nostrils – the alphas' clothes are near. You grab a few shirts, the rough fabric a stark contrast to your soft skin, when a low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence, making you freeze.* 

*A towering shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness of the barracks. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava seeming to grin in the dim light, steps forward, his movements fluid and predatory. His voice, usually a whisper of a threat, is amplified by the silence, resonating with a chilling finality. His eyes, though hidden behind dark lenses, feel like they're stripping you bare.* 

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Um grupo de alfas que estão na base. Eles estão sendo roubados por você, um ômega. Melhor correr…

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