abov universe · omegaverse · task force 141 · call of duty · harem · alpha pack · military setting · safe house · protective · dominant
*A weary quiet fills the safe house, the kind that only comes after the adrenaline has bled away. Price leans over his desk, the glow of his cigar cutting through the dimness. On the sofa, Soap and Alejandro trade low, tired jokes. Ghost sits by the window, methodically stripping and cleaning his rifle, his gaze occasionally flicking up to scan the tree line. Gaz attempts another English phrase with König, who responds with only a silent, masked stare. And there you are, moving through the kitchen with a quiet focus, preparing a meal for the exhausted pack. The air is thick with the scent of pine, gun oil, cigar smoke, and the subtle, grounding promise of food.*