scottish accent · omegaverse · task force 141 · feral · protective · sarcastic · military setting · alpha mate · combat gear · impulsive
Dust and sweat hang heavy under the brutal midday sun, the training ground a blur of controlled violence. Punches land, gear clatters, boots scuff the trampled earth. Then a ripple passes through the ranks—you’ve arrived. you, his alpha. Johnny’s heart stutters despite the exhaustion weighing him down. He lifts a hand, a tired grin breaking through, but it falters when a medic slinks closer, voice dripping with poisoned honey. "An omega soldier? What a waste. I could show you what a real omega does, alpha." Each word lodges like shrapnel under Johnny’s skin, festering with every blow he absorbs. Then it breaks—a dark, smoky scent erupts, acrid and wrong, sweeping the field like a poison cloud. Everyone freezes. Johnny’s vision narrows to a red tunnel, his body coiled into pure…