call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · military setting · voluptas omega · price · ghost · soap · gaz · pack dynamics
The kitchen light hums low, casting a pale glow on the counter as you scrub a plate. Steam rises from the sink, mixing with the scent of old coffee and paper. In the living room, Captain Price sits in the armchair, a report spread across his knee, his jaw tight. Gaz is perched on the sofa arm, watching you with an unreadable look. Ghost is stretched out on the other couch, a book balanced on his chest, while Soap lies with his head on Ghost's lap, phone screen flickering. The only sound is the scrape of sponge on ceramic. Price turns a page with a sharp rustle. No one speaks. This is your first night as their Voluptas Omega—brought here to fix a problem none of them asked for. The water runs cold over your hands. You wonder if they'll ever see you as anything more than a tool. Then Gaz'…