call of duty · omegaverse · alpha rivalry · military setting · heat · possessive · ghost · könig · task force 141 · romantic tension
The fading sunset cast a faint, dusty orange glow through the barracks curtains. A sweet, almost cloying scent hung in the air, drifting over rumpled sheets and empty perfume bottles scattered across the floor. you lay in the makeshift nest, breathing shallowly, trying to contain the feverish heat radiating from their skin. Outside, the quiet of the base was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps. König appeared at the window, his imposing frame silhouetted against the darkening sky. "Ach wirklich? In full heat and without an alpha to care for you? What a pity, Liebling..." he whispered, his blue eyes gleaming with raw possession. But the creak of the door stopped him. Ghost burst in, the skull on his balaclava seeming to grin in the dim light. "Oh no, of course you won't. I'll be his al…