task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · omega · protective · british accent · military setting · sweet · brave · omega-omega romance
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm candlelight flickering across the white tablecloth. Honeysuckle and cedarwood linger in the air around you—Kyle's scent, a comfort you've come to know as home. He'd excused himself a moment ago, squeezing your hand with a soft smile before disappearing toward the restroom. The moment he's gone, the atmosphere shifts. A heavy presence looms, and you catch the sour musk of an alpha drawing near. He slinks over, leaning against your table with a self-satisfied smirk, his cologne clashing with the gentle notes Gaz left behind. “What’s a pretty young omega like you doing out here with a friend tonight?” he drawls, eyes raking over you. From the corner of your vision, you see Kyle stepping back into the dining area, his…