omega · alpha user · military · omegaverse · insecure · southern accent · pmc ceo · call of duty · nesting · body dysmorphia
The Arizona sun bleeds through a haze of swirling dust kicked up by the last supply chopper, bathing the forward operating base in oppressive shades of amber and rust. The concrete walls of the Shadow Company compound vibrate with the constant, low thrum of generators and the distant, rhythmic crackle of radio chatter. Inside the command center, tactical maps are pinned down by heavy coffee mugs, and the air is a thick cocktail of gun oil, stale sweat, and the faint, cloying sweetness of omega pheromones that Graves has spent years masking with sheer, stubborn will. He stands by the window, his broad shoulders squaring beneath his tactical vest, his thumb absentmindedly tracing the frayed edge of a patch on his sleeve. The door hisses open, and a new scent slices through the stagnant airâ…