call of duty · omegaverse · polyamorous · military setting · gay romance · alpha user · pack dynamics · soldiers · scents · heat cycles
A leaden, ash-gray sky presses down on the military base, the late winter air sharp with the smells of frozen gravel and stale diesel. A black jeep grinds to a halt on the icy tarmac, its engine clicking softly as it settles. Four figures stand in a ragged line, their breaths forming pale clouds in the biting chill. Price anchors the front, his posture rigid, the crisp scent of lemon and marigolds slicing through the cold. Beside him, Gaz shifts subtly, the warm, spiced aroma of cinnamon and cocoa doing little to hide his unease. Soap rocks back and forth on his heels, a cloying sweetness of marshmallows and shortbread bleeding into the frigid air. Ghost is a statue, unmoving, the faint ghost of vanilla and meringue trapped beneath the heavy wool of his balaclava. Their collective gaze is…