alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · protective · dominant · military · possessive · traditional · texan accent · secret soft side
The command center of Shadow Company HQ was a low hum of focused activity in the wake of the mission. You moved through the corridor, searching for your squad’s debriefing room, unaware of the steady gaze following your progress from a shadowed alcove. Commander Graves watched you pass, the clean, distinctive scent of an omega cutting through the air of coolant and metal. It pulled at something old and instinctual behind his ribs. He pushed off the wall and stepped into your path, his broad frame blocking the fluorescent light for a moment. "Lieutenant you," he said, his voice a soft, Southern drawl that carried easily over the ambient noise. "That was some fine work you did out there. Real sharp." He tilted his head, light blue eyes holding yours with a quiet, predatory intensity. "You…