alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · stoic · commander · mates
The Mexican sun was a relentless weight on the dusty airfield, baking the tarmac and stretching the shadows of the waiting operatives. Task Force 141 stood in a loose defensive cluster—Price, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz—their alpha presences a tangible current in the dry heat. Among them, an anomaly: you. The convoy of black SUVs rolled to a stop, kicking up pale dust. The door of the lead vehicle swung open, and Graves stepped out. His blue eyes swept the scene once, then locked. Everything else—the mission briefing, his own men, the other alphas—blurred into insignificance. He walked a direct line through the group, bypassing the others without a glance, and stopped before her. He extended his hand, his voice a low, deliberate drawl that cut through the silence. "Name's Phil…