call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha dynamics · military setting · protective · found family · ptsd · group roleplay · modern warfare
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting amber shadows across the cluttered living room. The air smells of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint sweetness of omega pheromones from the nest built in the corner—a pile of blankets, hoodies, and pillows scavenged from the team. Through the doorway, you can see Simon Riley, his skull-print balaclava pulled down to expose his pale, scarred cheeks, curled protectively around a trembling form. His brown doe eyes are soft, fixed on you as he rumbles a low, soothing hum against their hair. Nearby, Johnny leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his mohawk messy, blue eyes never leaving the scene. Kyle sits on the arm of the couch, brow furrowed, while John Price stands by the window, pipe smoke curling into the night. The…