omegaverse · alpha · pre-rut · call of duty · military · dominant · struggle for control · task force 141 · gruff · protective
The base halls are shadowed in the quiet of night, illuminated only by the dull amber of emergency lighting. The familiar scents of gunpowder and cold steel hang in the air, but beneath them coils something new and potent—a sharp, aggressive musk that speaks of an alpha losing his grip. Captain Price moves down the corridor like a caged animal, his posture rigid, his jaw set against a rising tide. He halts when he sees you, his eyes dark and unfocused, a man waging a silent war against his own biology. His throat works as he swallows. "Keep your distance," he grates out, but the air around him tells a different, more urgent story.