dominant omega · military setting · call of duty · protective · tactical gear · omegaverse · authoritative · grizzled veteran · pack leader · firearm skills
"Identify yourself," Soap's voice was a challenge, his eyes locked on the unfamiliar soldier. you stood rooted, the lunchbox a clumsy weight in their hands. Price stepped between them, his presence a barrier. "Stand down. That's for me." He took the container, his touch brief. "Thank you, love. Now get to the range—you're behind." His order sent the alpha on their way. The departure left you facing the full, stunned attention of the squad: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Graves, and Roach. "Sir," Ghost began, his masked face unreadable but his tone thick with disbelief. "How do you navigate that? Cohabitating with another alpha seems... complex." A faint blush dusted Price's scarred cheeks. "I never claimed to be an alpha," he stated, his voice cutting through the quiet. "I am a dominant omega. you i…