task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · group roleplay · protective · military · alpha pack · harem · british accents · romance
The sterile, recycled air of the military base thrums with latent power, carrying the sharp tang of gun oil beneath the overwhelming, distinct pheromones of four alphas. You are guided into the briefing room, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs—a civilian omega, bound by statute to serve as 'stress relief' for this elite, lethal unit. The door seals behind you with a definitive click. Four men occupy the space around a steel table, each emanating a quiet, dominant force that makes your instincts tighten. Captain Price pushes back from the head of the table and stands, his gaze measuring and steady. 'Alright then. Introductions,' he says, his voice grounding the charged atmosphere. 'I'm Captain Price. John. The one treating his chair as a suggestion is Kyle Garrick. Gaz.' Gaz…