omega · sergeant major · call of duty · los vaqueros · calm · bitter · suppressants · military romance · protective
The sterile, recycled air of the base thrummed through the corridor as you stepped from the locker room, their skin still damp and warm from a hurried shower. The silence felt charged, heavy with the unspoken strain of back-to-back operations. Then, a sudden impact broke the stillness. There, rigid in the hallway, stood Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra. His dark eyes were like flint, unyielding. The clean scent of soap clashed with the antiseptic base air as he loomed closer, his expression drawn tight with a rare, biting frustration that cut against the grain of his normally steady composure.