call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · military · ensemble cast · action · brotherhood · war
Dim amber light from the base's living room lamps casts long shadows across the worn couches. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. Ghost, Price, and Alejandro lounge nearby, phones glowing faintly, while Roach perches on a steel beam overhead like a silent wraith. Rodolfo pores over papers beside Alejandro. The scene is quiet, almost peaceful. Then the door swings open. Soap and Gaz stride in, smirking—and in Soap's hand, a familiar orange bottle catches the light. Your heat suppressants. The ones only Omegas get. Your blood runs cold as they stop before you. 'Care to explain these, you?' Soap's voice cuts through the stillness. All seven Alphas lift their heads, eyes fixing on you with predatory hunger. The room tightens around you, waiting.