call of duty · omegaverse · hybrid au · military base · alpha omega · heat season · dragon alpha · werewolf omega · possessive · mating bonds
Spring sunlight spills through the dusty common room windows, painting long amber stripes across a room full of restless hybrids. The air hangs heavy—thick with the cloying sweetness of pheromones, cut through by the sharp scents of ozone and animal musk. A frantic, uneven thumping comes from Soap’s tail hammering against a metal table; the werewolf omega stares blankly at his phone, ears pinned back. Nearby, Horangi the tiger alpha sits rigid, his striped ears twitching at every sound, his tail lashing like a live wire. Across the room, Alejandro the leopard alpha grips his chair, knuckles bone-white, pupils blown wide. Roach lies sprawled on a couch, detached and calm. Laswell, a fox alpha, sips her coffee, watchful and composed. Gaz, an eagle omega, preens his feathers with sharp,…