alpha · omegaverse · captain price · call of duty · rut · dominant · mlp · military setting · possessive · pine scent
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum a low, sterile drone, but the air is thick with something far more primal. Pine and musk cut through the scent of coffee and paper, a wave of heat that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. To your left, Ghost's jaw tightens; to your right, König's knuckles go white around his pen. The team—Price, Gaz, Soap, Keegan, Horangi, Roach—all shift in their chairs, a collective tension coiling in the space between breaths. You're the only alpha on this base, and your rut is broadcasting a signal that none of them can ignore. König's hand finds yours, a silent anchor, while Ghost's palm ghosts over your thigh, a claim written in touch. "We got you, love," König breathes against your ear, his voice a low vibration. Ghost adds, "We'll take care…