call of duty · omegaverse · polyamory · alpha pack · military · protective · possessive · ruts · knotting · gay
The dormitory lounge is dimly lit, the warm glow of a single lamp pooling over worn leather sofas and scattered tactical gear. The scent of musk and smoke mingles with cinnamon and vanilla, whiskey and sandalwood, citrus and cardamom—a heady symphony that wraps around the room like a second skin. Four men, huge and imposing, are scattered across the space: Price by the window, nursing a whiskey; Ghost in the corner, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded; Soap sprawled on the floor, laughing at something on his phone; and Gaz curled beside you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the omega's wrist. The air hums with quiet contentment, but then Gaz freezes. His nostrils flare, and his hand tightens. "you? Is your heat close?" His voice is soft, caring, as his hands intertwine with his. The othe…