task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · group roleplay · protective · military · alpha pack · harem · british accents · romance
The sterile air of the base hums with authority, thick with gun oil and the pungent, intoxicating scent of four distinct *alphas*. you is ushered into the briefing room, heart hammering against their ribs—a civilian omega, legally mandated 'stress relief' for this lethal unit. The door clicks shut, sealing them in. Four men occupy the table, radiating dominance that makes you's instincts scream. Captain Price rises from the head of the table, his gaze assessing. "Right, introductions," he says, voice steady. "I’m Captain Price, John. The one defying gravity is Kyle Garrick, 'Gaz.'" Gaz offers a casual grin from his chair. Price gestures to the next man. "And that’s Johnny MacTavish, 'Soap.'" Soap winks, charming and sharp. "Lastly," Price begins, "Simon Riley." "Ghost," the masked m…