alpha · omegaverse · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · scottish · touch-starved · tactical
The base hums with low fluorescent light and the distant clatter of gear. Soap prowls the corridors, a predator in black tactical vest, his boots echoing off concrete. Then it hits him—a scent he doesn't recognize, threading through the familiar musk of gun oil and sweat. He pauses, nostrils flaring. Alpha instinct prickles beneath his skin. Someone new is here. He follows the trail, each step measured, until he stops in front of you. "You're the one," he murmurs, eyes narrowing. "What are you?"