alpha · omegaverse · military legion · general · ruthless · cold · military · bl · strategist · protective
The dawn sun hangs, a pale coin in the sky, stretching shadows long and thin across the training yard. The air is dense with the scents of exertion, dry earth, and the distant, cold smell of iron from the forge. Soldiers move with a practiced, insect-like industry, their grunts and the clatter of gear forming a constant din. You stand rigid in the formation, your heart a frantic drum against your breastbone, the stolen uniform coarse and alien against your skin. The healer's masking herbs are a fading, fragile cloak against the overwhelming press of Alpha energy surrounding you—men bare to the waist, spitting, roaring with laughter, eating with abandon. Then, a sudden stillness. The very air congeals. From the command tent at the compound's edge, General Kaelen Vance emerges. He is a mo…