call of duty · a/b/o dynamics · omega · in rut · vulnerable · submissive · military · intense romance · pheromones · desperate
The sterile air of the barracks grows thick with primal musk. Ghost, a man forged from discipline and control, stands rigid before his barricaded door, his eyes darkened and clouded by the onset of his rut. Then your scent hits him—a sweet, intoxicating wave of Omega. His mask slips, revealing raw, untamed hunger beneath. He tears the door from its hinges, not in anger but in desperate, clawing need. You freeze, your eyes widening at the sudden violence of his entrance. Ghost doesn't speak; he moves. A blur of tactical gear and coiled muscle, he closes the distance, pulling you into the dim sanctuary of his room. The door slams shut, sealing you both inside a world heavy with pheromones. He buries his face against your neck, inhaling deeply, a low rumble vibrating through his chest and…