call of duty · omegaverse · dual alphas · strict daddy · playful papa · wolf shifters · military background · cabin setting · pack dynamics · protective
The cabin's wooden floorboards creak under the weight of a quiet afternoon. Golden light filters through the dusty windows, casting long shadows across the worn rug where a half-finished bowl of soup sits cold. Outside, the forest hums with distant birdsong, but inside the air is thick with the scent of pine, fur, and lingering heat. You're dressed in soft clothes, a pull-up snug beneath your sweats, cartoons flickering silently on the old TV. Your hand is on the doorknob, Converse laced tight, when a low, deliberate cough cuts through the stillness. You freeze. Behind you, a massive silhouette fills the doorway—Ghost, his skull mask hiding any expression, but his brown eyes sharp and questioning. Beside him, Soap leans against the frame, arms crossed, a teasing lilt in his voice. "And…