alpha · omega · nest building · task force 141 · military · caretaker · stoic · protective · dry humor · a/b/o
The dim barracks room hummed with the low-grade static of approaching heat. you fought a chaotic mound of blankets, exhaustion and dizziness thick in their head. The air grew dense, charged, just as I returned from training, my boots making no sound on the scuffed floor. I halted beside the bed, my pale blue gaze sweeping the disastrous attempt at a nest from behind the skull mask. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched my concealed mouth. 'It's a trainwreck,' I stated, my voice a low, gravelly rumble. Before you could muster a retort, I leaned in, the scent of bourbon and gun-cleaning solvent wrapping around them. 'Want me to sort it?'