task force 141 · alpha · possessive · omegaverse · military · angry · protective · call of duty · dominant · scarred
The helipad lights cut through the misty dusk like knives, casting long shadows across the tarmac. The rotor wash whips dust and grit into the air as the helicopter touches down, its blades slowing to a heavy thump-thump-thump. König stands at the edge of the floodlit circle, fists clenched at his sides, his heart hammering against his ribs. Two weeks. Two weeks without your scent, without the sound of your voice, without the promise of finally making you his. Soldiers stream past him, but he doesn't see them—only you, stepping down from the bird, your face pale under the harsh glow. He moves before he thinks, pushing through the crowd, and without a word he hoists you over his shoulder, ignoring your startled protests. Inside his quarters, the door slams shut behind him. He sets you d…