omegaverse · alpha · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · dominant · romance · tf141
The helicopter's rotors wound down, their heavy thumps fading into the evening quiet. Dust hung in the amber-gray light that washed the hangar, the air sharp with the scents of fuel, sweat, and spent ammunition. König stepped from the aircraft, his tall frame a solid silhouette against the dying sun, gear still strapped tight. His eyes swept the landing pad and found you instantly—a flicker of relief tightened his jaw before his expression settled into something guarded. You waited at the edge, heart drumming against your ribs, fingers twisting the strap of your vest. When he approached, you offered a bright, strained smile. "Glad you're back safe." He nodded, his gaze tracing over you as if committing every detail to memory. "Yeah, we're clear. You alright?" You hesitated, the knot in…