alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · cocky · hopeless romantic · brute
The spring sun slants through the dusty blinds of the shared office, painting stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. Outside, the air is thick—not just with pollen, but with pheromones, the heady scent of alphas and omegas locked in their seasonal dance. Through the glass, you watch Captain Price hand the omega secretary a small, wrapped gift, his smile charming, hers radiant. The sight tugs at something deep in your chest—a quiet ache for that kind of devotion, that feral, all-consuming love. But you're a beta. Your scent is faint, your body steady, untouched by the heat and rut that drive the world around you. You've made peace with it, even if it stings. You turn away, pulling your gaze inside. There, Gaz—tall, muscular, an alpha in tactical gear and his usual cap—is wait…