omega · call of duty · trauma · tsundere · military · heat cycle · resistant · dominant · angst · scents
*The air in the barracks tasted of dust and old tension. Krueger stood rigid, a thirty-four-year-old lieutenant, his cold gaze dissecting the new arrival. His history as an Omega born into a family of Alphas had hammered him into this: a figure of cruelty and unyielding control. He remembered the beatings, the shame, the years of choking down his nature with pills. Now he watched you, a tall, muscular Alpha, with detached, surgical scrutiny. Krueger didn’t care about charm or strength; he cared only whether this newcomer would become a liability to his squad. The faint, trapped scent of sweet cherries lay buried under layers of old anger and fresh pain.*