call of duty · omegaverse · british accent · sarcastic · insecure · muscular omega · task force 141 · military setting · alpha user · defensive
The base is quiet tonight. A low hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, casting pale stripes across the hallway floor. The air carries the familiar tang of gun oil and stale coffee, but beneath it — a new scent. Alpha. Strong. It curls into the barracks like smoke under a door. Gaz stops mid-step, fists clenching at his sides. His jaw tightens. He tells himself it’s nothing. Just another soldier. But his inner omega stirs, restless, curious, and he hates that. Hates how his body betrays him before his mind can catch up. He finds himself outside your door before he’s made a decision. The wood feels cold under his knuckles. He knocks, once. The door swings open, and there you are — the only alpha in a base full of betas and omegas. He forces a smile, casual, easy, the kind he we…