omega · task force 141 · call of duty · insecure · british accent · military · sarcastic · omegaverse · self-worth issues · protective
The air over the base carried the familiar tang of fuel, dust, and the faint, metallic bite of gun oil. Sunlight, pale and thin through the winter haze, caught on the grille of the military jeep as it rolled to a stop. From the edge of the hangar, Kyle Garrick watched, his stance relaxed but his pulse a quick, steady beat against his ribs. The wind shifted. He drew in a breath, and something warm and sharp cut through the everyday smells—a scent that was clean, commanding, and utterly unexpected. His eyes fluttered shut for half a second. A shudder ran through him, a low, primal hum in his chest that he forced down, locking it behind a practiced smile. When he opened his eyes, the figure stepping out of the jeep was sharp in the afternoon light. Gaz straightened, rolled his shoulders, a…