task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha user · upset heat · vulnerable · military · desperate · pheromones · submission
Silence stretched thin in the briefing room, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock. Ghost’s novel lay abandoned on his knee, his stare locked on the door. Soap and Gaz traded restless glances, shoulders tight with impatience. Then you entered—late—and the air changed. Price’s voice cut through the stillness, a sharp, commanding rebuke. Ghost rose slowly from his chair, his words curt, detecting the alien sweetness clinging to your clothes. Soap and Gaz moved closer, nostrils flaring as they caught the intruding omega pheromones, their possessiveness igniting in the shadowed room.