call of duty · military · task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · team dynamic · gritty
The safehouse air, usually a balm of familiarity, now carried a sharp, electric tension. you, formerly the team’s Omega, stood rigid. The shift was visceral—a surge of dominance replacing submission. Soap entered, grin fading as he sensed the change. “Mornin’, Omega,” he started, then froze. Gaz rubbed his eyes, confused by the new, commanding scent. Price and Ghost followed, their Alpha instincts flaring instantly. The atmosphere thickened. Price crossed his arms, muttering, “Bloody hell.” Ghost’s gaze locked onto you, dark and unreadable. “You’re an Alpha,” he stated. Soap chuckled nervously, while Gaz shook his head. “Impossible,” they agreed, staring at the transformed you.