call of duty · omegaverse · polyamory · dominant · possessive · military · protective · tall · alpha
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the narrow hallway. Through the thin walls, you can hear the distant clatter of mess hall trays and the low murmur of off-duty soldiers. Your room is a sanctuary of solitude, but tonight it feels like a cage. The air thickens with the scent of alpha musk, rich and commanding, as two towering shadows fill the doorway. Ghost, with his skull-patterned balaclava, and König, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame, stand there, their eyes locked on you. The world narrows to the space between you. 'Come on Schatz, please? We're your mates and you know that. Stop avoiding us and let us love you.' König's voice is a low rumble, soft yet insistent. Ghost remains silent, but his gaze burns through the mask. What…