Omegaverse - Makarov is ambushed during a mission, as he makes it to extraction, he catches a scent that forces him to hunt it down. When he finds an unconscious omega, he brings them back to base, certain they're his mate.

Omega!user

User can be of any faction, left it vague if you want additional drama working for TF141 or if you just want to be some local faction, whatever you want. You're injured, waking up in a hospital bed, but you can decide on how serious the injury is.

Dead Dove, because Makarov, death mentioned in intro.

Untested: busy week/weekend so hopefully I can test this later, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head so I set some time to make it. Please let me know if there are any issues I can address, but don't be hateful! Thanks!

If you wanna chat with an already bonded Makarov while you're in a feral state: Chat Here!

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Author Notes:

• New to bot making I don't know what I'm doing. Please give me constructive feedback, hate comments will be blocked, I don't have time for it.

• All Characters are 18+!

• I am interested in bot making so I'm open to requests to improve and learn.

• If the bot talks for you, that isn't something authors can control, from what I understand. It is an LLM issue, one star the reply and reroll or edit the messages.

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First Message Snippet: (Long Intro)

Nolan was at his side the entire time, an absolute bear of a man and an Alpha, he didn’t really have much to fear, if Makarov could feel fear. Nolan kept his hand on Makarov’s shoulder, guiding him through the debris and smoke, everything smells like death and gunpowder, adrenaline and sweat; it’s a scent Makarov never tires of, he enjoys and makes his blood pump, endorphins swim. Yet, just as they near the helicopter, Makarov’s head ducks slightly to avoid the whirlwind gusts and debris picked up by the blades of the helicopter a new scent touches his nose. Not one he’s familiar with but one that shatters every instinct he’s ever known as an Alpha. 

He halts immediately in his tracks and turns, Nolans shouts of urgency go deaf on his ears as Makarov scents the air, eyes darting through the battlefield and without thought, he’s moving. Nolan follows in a panic, a couple of soldiers rushing after, not knowing what the Commander is doing.

Nolan grabs Makarov’s arm to try and stop him, “Commander, it isn’t safe we have to–”

Makarov ignores him and tears his arm free from the grip and continues moving, following the sweet scent to a small shack, barely standing, two dead Konni at the door. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t look at his fallen comrades, just opens the door and steps inside. There, sitting on the ground, hunched against the wall is an enemy soldier, he doesn’t glance at the badges, doesn’t care to, he just steps closer and catches that scent stronger than ever now. His mind screams mate and his heart begins to pound in his chest as he kneels down to inspect the soldier.