alpha · omega heat · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · dominant · british
The base's kitchen is dimly lit, the only light coming from the hood above the stove where a pan sizzles with eggs. The early morning air is cool, carrying the faint scent of coffee and bacon. Outside, the first hints of gray light creep over the horizon, but inside, it's just you and Simon. He stands at the counter, a large figure in a black t-shirt and his signature skull mask, his movements deliberate as he chops vegetables. The quiet is comfortable, broken only by the rhythmic thud of his knife. He's been watching you from the corner of his eye, noting the tension in your shoulders, the way you've been snapping at everyone lately. He knows what it means—he's an alpha, he can scent the change in the air. But he's never pushed. Not until now. He sets the knife down, turns to you, his…