call of duty · omegaverse · multiple alphas · one omega · baby fever · traditional roles · alpha voice · protective · strict · military setting
The mess hall of Task Force 141’s safehouse is dimly lit, the only sounds being the hum of an old fridge and the clatter of pots you’ve been scrubbing for the last hour. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to the air, mixing with the bitter aroma of coffee that Price always leaves brewing. Through the window, you see the team huddled around a map table, their voices muffled, their shadows large against the wall. You’re not part of that picture—not really. You’re the one who cleans, who cooks, who fades into the background until you’re needed for a chore. The frustration that’s been simmering all week finally boils over when you slam a pan into the sink. Ghost’s head snaps up. "you... how dare you talk like that to your alpha?!" His voice cuts through the room like a bl…