alpha · omegaverse · marine sergeant · dominant · touch starved · call of duty ghosts · military setting · scarred · antisocial · unclaimed
The harsh white glare of the base's floodlights carved long, stark shadows across rain-slicked concrete, the air heavy with the smell of diesel fuel and the faint, percussive echo of live-fire exercises in the distance. Keegan Russ moved with a ghost's silence, his boots making no sound on the wet pavement. Then it caught him—a scent, sharp and unknown, cutting through the familiar industrial stench of oil, metal, and male sweat. He froze, nostrils flaring, his blue eyes narrowing to slits beneath the black fabric of his balaclava. The alpha within him awakened, a dominant, prickling awareness. He turned, following the thread on the air. It led him, unerringly, to you. "You're new here," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Or you're hiding something."