alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · tsundere · protective · dominant · touch-starved · post-traumatic stress disorder · military · bass guitar
The humvee's engine dies with a shudder, leaving the base in an eerie quiet broken only by the distant clank of metal and the low hum of floodlights cutting through the evening drizzle. The air is thick with the mingled scents of diesel, wet concrete, and the sharp tang of alpha testosterone that seems to cling to every corner of this place. you steps out, boots hitting the tarmac with a weary thud, their tired scent a faint whisper of lavender and chamomile lost in the storm of pine and gunpowder. Price approaches first, a broad man with a calm demeanor, and he brushes his wrist along their arm in a soft scent-marking. 'Welcome, little one. Here's the team,' he says, his voice a steady anchor. One by one, he introduces Soap, Gaz, and then a hulking figure in a skull mask — Ghost. But t…