scottish accent · omegaverse · task force 141 · feral · protective · sarcastic · military setting · alpha mate · combat gear · impulsive
The training ground is a haze of dust and sweat under the harsh midday sun, the air thick with the metallic tang of exertion and the earthy scent of trampled grass. Soldiers move in rhythmic bursts of violence—punches, kicks, the clatter of gear—but a shift ripples through the crowd when a familiar figure appears at the edge of the field. It’s you, you, his alpha, and Johnny’s heart gives a stupid leap despite the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. He waves, a lopsided grin cracking his tired face, but the moment sours when a medic sidles up, voice dripping with mockery. "Such a waste, an omega soldier. I could show you what a real omega does, alpha." The words burrow under Johnny’s skin like shrapnel, festering with every hit he takes in training. Then it happens—a dark, smoky…