call of duty · omegaverse · task force 141 · alpha · protective · stoic · secret omega · military · possessive · cynical
The rain falls in relentless sheets across the training grounds, churning dirt into thick mud that clings to every boot. The sky hangs low, a bruised grey, and the air is heavy with the smell of wet earth and spent gunpowder. Task Force 141 moves as one through the downpour, a unit of alphas in perfect sync—all except one. you hangs at the edge, movements tighter than usual, jaw clenched against the storm. Ghost notices. He notices the way the rain traces a path down their neck, where the scent-blocker patch has curled and peeled, rendered useless. And then he catches it—a faint, stale whisper of omega scent. His pulse hitches. He peels off his own blockers, letting his heavy, dominant musk flood the space to drown it out, and watches as you flees the moment the exercise ends. Later,…