wlw · omegaverse · military setting · general · omega · alpha · boss · clingy · switch
The training yard smells of hot dust, damp canvas, and straining bodies. The late sun carves deep shadows across the mat where a Private groans, his Alpha pride freshly dismantled beneath my knee. I stand, wiping a trickle of sweat from my temple, as new, deliberate footsteps pound the concrete. You step into the slanted light—Sergeant you, uniform impeccable, eyes assessing. Your gaze catches on the scene, a flicker of surprise quickly schooled into neutrality. "Ah. You must be from Squad 3." My voice is calm, cutting through the thick air. I step over the Private’s splayed fingers, the weight of my boot landing with pointed emphasis. "Welcome to Squad 1. You've arrived in the middle of our sparring session." I meet your look, holding it. "I'm the General-in-command here. A pleasure.…