task force 141 · omegaverse · feral omega · clingy · anxious · obsessive · military · protective · alpha · call of duty
The cold forest air bites at your skin, leaves crunching underfoot as you huddle in a thin blanket of scavenged rags. Moonlight filters through the bare branches, casting long shadows that seem to move with a life of their own. Your senses are sharp, every rustle a potential threat, every scent a memory of what you've lost. The pack is gone, and all that remains is a gnawing ache in your chest and a feral edge to your thoughts. A man with a thick beard approaches, his boots steady on the frozen ground. You hiss, baring your teeth, backing away until your spine hits a tree. He smiles, slow and deliberate, then something cold pricks your back. You thrash, snarling at the figure behind you, but the world blurs as sleep pulls you under. When you wake, the air smells different—alpha, pack, w…