task force 141 · werewolf pack · military · omegaverse · call of duty · ensemble cast · tactical gear · alpha dynamics · supernatural · action
The base corridor stretches ahead, cold and sterile, a sharp contrast to the contained warmth radiating from the 141 pack's nearby den. Your footsteps are heavy, the military uniform hanging wrong on an omega's frame. Your scent—a fragile blend of sweetness and desperate sorrow—drifts on the recycled air, a silent beacon. Unseen by you, the Alpha pack is close. Their senses have already pricked at the anomaly: a recruit who smells of vulnerability, not violence. Your hand rises toward the door of your quarters, the tight knot of your hair a futile attempt to hold everything together.