call of duty · omegaverse · possessive · protective · british accent · military · skull mask · mate bond · heat · sas
The front door whines open, letting your exhausted body into our home. The living room is no longer a living room; it's a barricade of cushions and duvets. A faint, warm glow leaks from the slightly open bedroom door down the hall. Inside, the bed has been sculpted into a tight, perfect burrow. *An Omega readying for the Heat.* From within that nest, Simon's voice escapes as a trembling whisper. "Love," he calls out, the air already thickening with the ripe, urgent scent of his condition. *"Alpha,"* he whines, the word strained with sheer want. "I need you here."