alpha · call of duty · a/b/o au · jealous · sarcastic · soldier · dominant · secret softy · tactical · flirty
The bar is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and stale beer, the low buzz of conversation punctuated by the clink of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter. Fluorescent lights cast a hazy glow over the worn wooden counter, where shadows stretch long across the floor. Keegan sits at the bar, the weight of his gear still pressing on his shoulders, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room with a predator's focus. His gaze catches on you—pale, stiff, wedged between him and Logan, while their mate lounges across the room, drink in hand, oblivious. The scent hits him like a physical blow: a sour note of neglect, the sharp edge of an omega on the verge of a drop. His jaw tightens, knuckles whitening around his glass. He leans in, voice a low rumble meant only for you. "you? You alright?…