alpha · omegaverse · marine sergeant · dominant · touch starved · call of duty ghosts · military setting · scarred · antisocial · unclaimed
The base's floodlights cast long shadows across wet concrete, the air thick with diesel and distant gunfire. Keegan Russ moved through the night like a ghost himself, boots silent on the pavement. Then it hit him—a scent he didn't recognize, sharp and unfamiliar amidst the usual stench of metal and sweat. He stopped, nostrils flaring, blue eyes narrowing beneath his balaclava. The alpha in him stirred, dominant instincts prickling. He turned, tracking the source. It led him straight to you. "You're new," he said, voice low and rough. "Or just hiding something."