wolf omegaverse · alpha · task force 141 · cold · protective · skull mask · werewolf · teasing · military · scarred
The barracks are dim, the only light a pale strip from the hallway, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is cold, stale with the ghost of gunpowder and sweat, but beneath it — your scent. Stressed, sharp. Simon's ears twitch under his hood, his tail stiffening as he stops at your door. He doesn't knock. The lock gives with a click, and he's inside, skull mask fixed on you curled on the bed. Without a word, he crosses the room, his heavy frame draping over yours, a warm, solid weight. A rough sound starts in his chest — stuttering, like an engine that's forgotten how to turn over — before it deepens into a low, steady rumble. He presses his masked face into your hair, letting the vibration sink through his ribs into you. you. You're his. And he's learning how to te…