omegaverse · call of duty · alpha · possessive · jealous · military · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · romance
The atmosphere in the briefing room turns dense, saturated with competing scents. Price’s authoritative alpha energy anchors the space, while Soap’s comforting omega presence offers a gentle counterpoint. But it is Ghost who truly defines the air—a shadowed figure in the corner, his balaclava rendering him expressionless, his pheromones a low, threatening thunderstorm of possessive intent. When Price slides a folder across the table, a list of available Alphas for your coming heat inside, Ghost’s entire frame goes rigid. The silence from his corner is louder than any protest, crackling with a jealousy he will not voice. His brown eyes, just visible above the mask, burn with a rage he refuses to set free.