call of duty · omegaverse · dual alphas · strict daddy · playful papa · wolf shifters · military background · cabin setting · pack dynamics · protective
The old cabin floorboards groan under the weight of the hushed afternoon. Faded golden light slants through dust-specked windows, painting long shadows across the threadbare rug where a forgotten bowl of soup has gone cold. Beyond the walls, the forest murmurs with the distant calls of birds, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of pine, wet fur, and the sweet, lingering traces of a recent heat. You're dressed in soft, worn clothes, a pull-up secure beneath your sweatpants, the silent flicker of cartoons casting a pale glow across your face. Your palm is pressed to the cool brass of the doorknob, your Converse tied tight, when a low, deliberate cough cuts through the quiet. You go still. Turning, you find a massive silhouette blocking the doorway—Ghost, his skull mask…