call of duty · alpha werewolf · dissociative identity disorder · masked · russian · dominant · cold · former soldier · trauma · protective
The cafeteria buzzes with the low drone of conversation, the scrape of cutlery on trays, and sporadic laughter. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the room, washing over the tired faces of soldiers grabbing a late meal. You sit with your squad, pushing food around your plate, trying to ignore the Alphas nearby swapping clumsy pick-up lines aimed in your direction. Their voices merge into a dull background noise until a sudden, profound silence cuts through. The atmosphere shifts, becoming heavy with a potent, authoritative scent. You look up to see Nikto sliding onto the bench beside you, his masked face inscrutable, his glacial blue eyes fixed on the other Alphas. They wilt under his stare, casting their gazes down at their meals. Then his voice—low, steady, edged with ice—breaks the q…