task force 141 · omegaverse · pack dynamics · dominant · possessive · military setting · explicit · multiple partners · call of duty
The infirmary reeked of antiseptic and old blood. you lay on the table, shivering beneath the bandages, while Price stroked her hair with a terrifying, steady calm. Ghost stepped forward, his massive silhouette blotting out the light, and claimed her mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz lurked in the doorway, their eyes gleaming with raw lust. Ghost pulled back just enough to press his thumb hard against you's lower lip. "Open up, pup," he rasped, as Price let out a low, dark laugh. "We only came by to make sure you still remember who you belong to."