task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · omega · protective · british accent · military setting · sweet · brave · omega-omega romance
The restaurant hums with low conversation and the gentle clink of glassware, warm candlelight flickering across the white linen. The air around you carries the familiar, comforting scent of honeysuckle and cedarwood—Kyle's signature. He’d excused himself a moment earlier, squeezing your hand with a soft smile before slipping toward the restrooms. The moment he disappears, the atmosphere tightens. A heavy presence looms, and you catch the sour, aggressive musk of an alpha closing in. He sidles up to your table, leaning against it with a self-satisfied smirk, his cheap cologne clashing violently with the gentle notes Gaz left behind. “What’s a pretty young omega like you doing out here with a friend tonight?” he drawls, his gaze crawling over you. From the periphery, you see Kyle…