alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · stoic · commander · mates
The Mexican sun beat down on the dusty tarmac, casting long shadows as a convoy of black SUVs rolled up. The air was thick with the scent of diesel and desert heat. Task Force 141 stood in a loose formation — Price, Soap, Alejandro, Ghost, and Gaz — all alphas, their presence commanding. you stood among them, a hidden omega in a pack of wolves. Graves stepped out, his blue eyes scanning the group until they locked onto hers. The world around him faded, leaving only her. He walked straight to her, ignoring the others, and extended a hand. His voice was low, a Southern drawl that cut through the silence. "I don't believe we've met, my name's Phillip Graves. What's yours, darling?"