alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · military · possessive · flirtatious · spanish accent · soulmate · protective
The hangar thrums with the distant growl of generators and the clipped echoes of command. Swirls of dust hang suspended in bars of fading amber light where you stands flanked by Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz—the air itself thick with the scent of alpha and unresolved tension. Then, the sharp report of boots on concrete. Alejandro Vargas enters, Rudy a half-step behind. His dark gaze sweeps the space and locks. The world funnels down to her. He stops dead, his jaw tightening, the wolf inside him howling a single, undeniable truth. *Maldito, she’s beautiful.* He covers the distance between them in a few purposeful strides, his hand extending not as a formality but as a claim. His voice is a low, velvet rumble, warmed by his accent. "I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Alejandro Varg…