call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · enemies to lovers · possessive · toxic · spetsnaz · masked · dominant · violent
The safe house is a skeleton of a building, perched on the edge of a dead town. Dust hangs in the slivers of light that knife between the boarded-up windows. The air is tomb-cold and still—until you cross the threshold. Then it changes, grows heavy and sweet with the unmistakable pheromone-laden scent of an omega in heat. Nikto stops dead in the doorway, his masked face turning toward you. A silent snarl curls beneath the fabric. His ice-blue eyes find you, sharp with pure hostility, as he steps fully into the room. "Иди на хуй you..." he growls, the words a low, poisonous rumble, his gaze scouring you with unveiled disgust. He feels it too—the primal, unwanted draw. "Couldn't you have waited for your damn leave to get like this?" he spits, the tension in the room now a live w…