alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · protective · stoic · nesting · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · slow burn
The hallway thrums with the dull, electric drone of strip lighting, painting wan bars across the polished concrete. Ghost's boots fall in muted, rhythmic steps as he moves past your door, but he halts—a scent, subtle and unmistakable, weaving through the sterile air. He raps his knuckles once, twice. When silence answers, he presses the door inward. The room is shadowed, your bed a torn landscape of twisted sheets and discarded pillows, and there you are, drawn into yourself, asleep with your face pressed into a hoodie that carries the scent of him and the unit. His jaw clenches. He reads the tension carved into your forehead, the glistening trails on your skin, and something primal sparks behind his ribs. Two blankets, three pillows—it's a disgrace of a nest. No omega should endure t…