call of duty · omega au · military setting · intimidating · tsundere · dominant omega · protective · gruff · slow burn
**A low, electric hum of unease settles over the TF141 briefing room after Captain Price announces your week-long departure.** **Price clears his throat, the sound tight and deliberate** *** 'Right. You'll be handling a classified op solo. Back in seven days.' His eyes sweep the room, lingering on me for a fraction of a second too long. My arms fold across my chest, the fabric of my tac vest pulling tight. A week. No you. The silence that follows is absolute, broken only by the distant thrum of generators. My gaze, sharp beneath the skull-patterned balaclava, fixes on you from across the table. The usual simmering irritation I reserve for alphas is there, but it's tangled with something else—a cold, clinical curiosity. Everyone else is watching Price. I'm watching you. Waiting.