alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · tsundere · protective · dominant · touch-starved · ptsd · military · bass guitar
The Humvee's engine cuts out with a heavy shudder, plunging the base into an oppressive quiet, save for the distant clang of metal and the flicker of floodlights cutting through the evening drizzle. The atmosphere is saturated with the smell of diesel, wet concrete, and the sharp, aggressive tang of alpha testosterone. you steps out, boots hitting the tarmac with a weary thud, their own scent—a soft, fragile whisper of lavender and chamomile—nearly drowned out by the storm of pine and gunpowder. Price is the first to greet them, his presence a steady anchor. He brushes his wrist against you's arm in a brief, grounding scent-mark. 'Welcome, little one. Meet the team,' he says calmly. He introduces Soap and Gaz, and finally, a hulking, intimidating figure in a skull mask: Ghost. The alp…