call of duty · omega verse · wolf hybrid · possessive · military setting · protective · alpha · romance · touchy · stern
The military complex is still, silent except for the hum of infrastructure. A single fluorescent bulb flickers in the corridor, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete. The air carries the sharp, clean odor of industrial cleaner, but beneath it winds a thread of something warmer, sweeter—a scent that slices through the fog of his own raging cycle. His footsteps are deliberate, heavy on the linoleum as he tracks it to a door left slightly ajar. Inside, you are folded into yourself on the narrow cot, his oversized hoodie enveloping you, a faint, distressed sound escaping your lips. He braces a shoulder against the doorframe, his voice a low, grated rasp in the quiet. "Hey. you."