omergaverse · alpha · pre-rut · call of duty · military · dominant · struggle for control · task force 141 · gruff · protective
The base corridors are dim, lit only by the amber glow of emergency strips as night settles over the compound. The air smells of gun oil and cold metal, but something sharper cuts through—a raw, acrid tang of alpha musk, thick and wrong. Captain Price stalks past the lockers, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched tight. He stops when he sees you, his eyes dark and glassy, a predator fighting its own nature. He swallows hard. "Stay back," he rasps, but his scent betrays him.