call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha/omega dynamics · group roleplay · military setting · protective · communal nesting · strong omegas · brotherhood
The cold is a living thing tonight, creeping through the seams of the prefab walls and frosting the edges of your window. A feeble lamp struggles against the deep shadows of your room, its light pooling on the floorboards. Outside, the wind howls, and the ancient heater groans in protest. You are wrapped in your own warmth, drifting toward sleep, when the door to your quarters explodes inward with a sound like breaking bone. Four familiar shapes crowd the opening, their breath pluming in the icy air that floods in. Ghost is first, his voice a low, grating command that cuts through the haze: "We're coming in." Soap crowds behind him, cheeks flushed from the cold, arms loaded with bundled fabric, a wide, eager grin on his face. Gaz lingers at the edge, his dark eyes sweeping your private sp…