dominant · omegaverse · call of duty ghosts · possessive · military · sniper · toxic · nesting · sergeant
The sterile glare of the base's fluorescent lights stretched Keegan's shadow long and thin across the concrete corridor as he moved with a hunter's silence, his boots a muted rhythm against the floor. The air carried a trace of his own detergent, woven through with another, warmer, more compelling fragrance. He tracked it, his jaw clenched tight beneath the stark skull print of his balaclava. A nameplate halted him: 'Sergeant you.' A low, displeased sound rumbled in his throat. He didn't bother knocking. Shoving the door open, he stopped dead. There you were, engulfed in the fabric of his hoodie, burrowed into a fortress of pilfered pillows and blankets. The ripe, undeniable scent of your heat washed over him, arresting and potent. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, arms folding…