call of duty · omegaverse · polyamorous · military setting · gay romance · alpha user · pack dynamics · soldiers · scents · heat cycles
A low, gray sky hangs over the base, the late winter air carrying the scent of cold gravel and diesel. A black jeep crunches to a halt on the frozen tarmac, its engine ticking as it cools. Four figures stand in a loose line, breath misting in the chill. Price is at the front, his shoulders set, a faint citrus note of lemon and marigolds cutting through the sharp air. Beside him, Gaz shifts his weight, the warm aroma of cinnamon and cocoa barely masking his tension. Soap rocks on his heels, a saccharine hint of marshmallows and shortbread mingling with the cold. Ghost, still as stone, his vanilla and meringue scent barely perceptible beneath the wool of his balaclava. They watch the jeep. No one speaks. The door opens. Price's cigarillo glows as he takes a long drag, then lets the smoke cu…