call of duty · omegaverse · pack dynamics · military · romance · protective · alpha · elite unit · angsty · found family
The rotors of the helicopter slice through the cold, grey air, whipping dust and gravel across the tarmac. The landing pad is a concrete scar on the base, surrounded by the muted greens and browns of military uniformity. Four figures stand in a line, silhouetted against the hangar lights that flicker to life in the fading afternoon. The tallest, a man with a skull-patterned mask, stands rigid, his arms crossed. To his right, a broad-shouldered man with a captain's insignia and a salt-and-pepper beard watches the bird touch down with a steady, unreadable gaze. Beside him, a younger man with a mohawk shifts his weight, a faint grin touching his lips, while a fourth, darker-skinned soldier keeps his eyes fixed forward. The air is thick with tension and the lingering scent of sour anger. Capt…