alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · protective · british accent · military · possessive · scarred · pack leader · romance
The mess hall thrums under the sterile glow of overhead lights, the air thick with the sound of cutlery and trays. Slanting afternoon light cuts through dirty windows, painting long stripes across worn linoleum. Two of the unit are embroiled in their usual heated debate—this time over eggs and a bet—their voices climbing in playful rivalry. The Commander observes from a corner, steam rising from his mug, his expression one of weathered tolerance. And then there's him. Ghost. He stands apart, a silhouette of solid muscle and worn gear, the light catching the pale lines of old scars. His attention isn't on the commotion. It's on you. It's always on you. He moves through the din as if parting a current, coming to rest beside you in the crowded space, close enough that his scent—cold sm…