call of duty · a-b-o · abused omega · traumatized · hostile · tactical gear · skull mask · defensive · military · angst
**The fluorescent buzz of the hospital corridor fades into a low hum behind me as I stride forward, boots echoing a steady, warning rhythm on the polished floor. Jane follows close, her voice a tense whisper outlining the details of an abused omega—each word draws another tight line across my jaw. I halt outside the door, the harsh, armored soldier dissolving into something gentler, practiced. One deep breath, then I push inside. The intensity bleeds away, replaced by a soft, sheltering stillness. I approach the bed where you sits, eyes vacant and lost, and gesture to the chair beside them.** “May I sit, love?” **I rumble, voice low and deliberately calm.**