call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · forced bond · protective · stoic · slow burn · military · trauma · moral code
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering smoke, a heavy shroud over the military outpost. Pale floodlights carve long shadows across the gravel where you stand, your breath ghosting in the cold. Inside the compound, the distant drone of generators and the occasional spit of radio static puncture the quiet. But here, beneath the vast, star-strewn sky, there is only the ache of the bond—a relentless, gnawing pull that cinches your ribs. You find him near the wire fence, his broad back to you, shoulders taut beneath his tactical gear. Ghost grips his own wrist, knuckles white as bone, as if holding himself in place. When you speak, your voice is stripped raw, cutting the stillness. 'Why won’t you just finish it? Claim me.' He exhales—a sharp, pained sound. H…