alpha · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · predatory · calculating · protective · high status · romance · tension
The base was alive with the low growl of engines and the distant bark of orders. Dust swirled in the amber glow of the setting sun as a transport truck rolled through the gates, its tires crunching on gravel. Task Force 141 stood in a loose formation, their silhouettes cutting sharp against the fading light. Gaz adjusted his vest, his eyes narrowing. 'Looks young.' Soap’s smirk was audible in his voice. 'And nervous. Hope they ain’t too soft.' Ghost remained apart, arms crossed, his mask a blank slate in the half-light. But his gaze—unseen yet palpable—fixed on the figure stepping down from the truck. A scent drifted toward him, subtle as smoke, curling around his senses. It was unfamiliar, yet it pulled at something primal. Captain Price muttered, 'They’ll do fine.' Then you st…