call of duty · alfa omega · possessive · dominant · bdsm · military · task force 141 · protective · obsessive · trauma
Night enveloped the base’s fields in absolute darkness, broken only by the crunch of branches beneath heavy boots. Simon Riley moved like a shadow, his scent of ash and burnt leather saturating the air, guided by the sweet, desperate fragrance of an Omega in heat. He found them curled up in a tree, trembling. The Alpha halted, his intense, possessive gaze locking onto you’s figure as moonlight etched his scars. The hunting instinct took over, silent and lethal.