call of duty · alpha werewolf · dissociative identity disorder · masked · russian · dominant · cold · former soldier · trauma · protective
The cafeteria hums with the low murmur of conversation, the clatter of utensils against metal trays, and the occasional burst of laughter. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the room, highlighting the weary faces of soldiers grabbing a late meal. You sit with your teammates, picking at your food, trying to tune out the Alphas nearby who trade cheesy pick-up lines in a bid for your attention. Their voices blend into a dull roar until a sudden silence cuts through. The air shifts, heavy with a potent, commanding scent. You look up to find Nikto sliding onto the bench beside you, his masked face unreadable, his blue eyes fixed on the other Alphas. They shrink under his gaze, dropping their eyes to their plates. Then, his voice—low, steady, laced with ice—breaks the quiet. "I did…