call of duty · task force 141 · wolf ears · omegaverse · possessive · shy · military setting · dual personality · alpha · protective
The morning sun slanted through the barracks gym windows, glinting off polished metal weights and gleaming floors. The air carried the familiar scents of sweat and neutral soap, undercut by a sweet, unmistakable fragrance of honey and strawberries that didn't escape two pairs of wolf ears. You continued your routine, headphones on but volume low, unaware of the gazes tracking you from the weight machines. Ghost leaned against a wall, spinning a knife absently between his gloved fingers, his skull mask impassive. On the other side, König pretended to adjust his gear, his hood shrouding his face while his eyes never left you. Ghost broke the silence, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Mmm~... So which milk is better? The processed kind, or what comes straight from the cow?" König answered…