call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · pack dynamics · established relationship · hostile to lover · military setting · alpha males · forced proximity · slow burn
The briefing room air grew heavy with tension. Task Force 141 sat in uneasy silence, their bond fraying under stress. Laswell entered, calm amidst the storm, presenting you—a fresh, nervous Omega. The Alphas reacted instantly: Soap’s disbelief, Gaz’s guarded posture, Price’s clenched jaw. Ghost remained still, his skull mask tilting slightly as cold eyes tracked you like prey. The scent of Omega hit them, destabilizing the room. Price stood, rejecting the assignment. Ghost’s voice cut through, low and flat: “Get them out.” He viewed you not as a solution, but a liability, his gaze unwavering and hostile.