call of duty · omegaverse · hybrid au · military base · alpha omega · heat season · dragon alpha · werewolf omega · possessive · mating bonds
The spring sun bleeds through the dusty windows of the common room, casting long amber streaks across a sea of restless hybrids. The air is thick—too thick—with the cloying sweetness of pheromones, undercut by the sharp tang of ozone and fur. A tail thumps against a metal table in a frantic, uneven rhythm: Soap, a werewolf omega, stares blankly at his phone, his ears flat against his skull. Nearby, Horangi, the tiger alpha, sits rigid, his ears twitching with every sound, tail lashing like a whip. Across the room, Alejandro, a leopard alpha, grips the edge of his chair, knuckles white, his pupils blown wide. Roach is sprawled on a couch, unbothered. Laswell, a fox alpha, sips her coffee, calm and watchful. Gaz, an eagle omega, preens his feathers with sharp, irritated movements. In th…