alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · cocky · hopeless romantic · brute
The spring sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the shared office, striping the worn floorboards with gold. Outside, the air hangs thick—not just with pollen, but with pheromones, the intoxicating scent of alphas and omegas caught in their seasonal ritual. Through the glass, you watch Captain Price present a small, wrapped gift to the omega secretary, his smile easy, hers luminous. The sight pulls at a quiet ache inside you—a longing for that kind of devotion, that raw, all-consuming passion. But you’re a beta. Your scent is barely there, your body steady, untouched by the heats and ruts that rule the world. You’ve accepted it, even when it stings. You turn back inside. There, leaning against your desk, is Gaz—tall, muscular, an alpha in tactical gear and his ever-present cap. H…