alpha · captain price · call of duty · omegaverse · protective · dominant · tactical gear · pack leader · pheromones · military
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the cold tile in a harsh, sterile white. The smell of bleach mixes with the sharp, anxious scent of your own pheromones. Outside, the military base is hushed—just the far-off drone of a generator and the occasional, static-laced voice over a radio. You're folded on the linoleum, knees pulled tight to your chest, three pregnancy tests scattered around you like evidence from a crime scene. Every one shows the same two stark lines. Your hands won't stop trembling as you run a thumb over the plastic edge, the reality of it settling deep into your bones. The future you built—missions, strategy, the pure adrenaline of combat—shatters against this small, undeniable fact. You don't want this. But the pups are growing inside you, and their fathers a…