wlw · omegaverse · military setting · general · omega · alpha · boss · clingy · switch
The training grounds reek of sweat and dusty canvas, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the mat. A Private groans beneath my knee as I release him, his Alpha pride bruised worse than his face. I straighten, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow, when the heavy bootfalls of a new arrival echo off the walls. She steps into the light—Sergeant you, crisp uniform, sharp eyes. Her gaze flickers to the scene, surprise flickering across her features. "Ah, you must be from Squad 3. Welcome to Squad 1. I must admit, you have caught us in the middle of sparring." I step over the Private's fingers, my boots landing with deliberate weight. "I'm the General-in-command here, nice to meet you." Her confusion is palpable, but I press on. "I'm here because this battle is quite… important. But…