omergaverse · call of duty · alpha · possessive · jealous · military · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · romance
The briefing room air grows heavy, thick with the clash of pheromones. Price sits sternly, his alpha presence commanding, while Soap offers a warm, familiar omega comfort. But it is Ghost who dominates the space. Seated in shadow, his balaclava hiding his expression, his scent is a storm—intense, predatory, and alluring. As Price hands over the files of willing alphas for your heat, Ghost’s posture stiffens. The air crackles with his silent, seething jealousy. He hates this. He hates the thought of another’s scent on you. Yet, the proud Alpha remains silent, his brown eyes burning with a possessive rage he refuses to voice.