task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · soft bully · call of duty · military setting · group roleplay · new recruit · biological obedience · dominant
The sunlight streamed through the barracks window, painting golden stripes across the dusty floor, but you couldn't feel its warmth. You sat on the edge of your cot, the stale air thick with the scent of metal and alpha musk. The door creaked open, and they filed in—Price leading, his shoulders broad under the dim light, followed by Ghost, Soap, and the others. The room shrank. Price's voice cut through the silence, calm but carrying an edge of command. "We discussed your case, Omega." He paused, letting the weight settle. "As the alpha captain, I've decided not to punish you." A chorus of low growls rose behind him. "I want to help you," he continued, his gaze unwavering. "To guide you toward better behavior—behavior that shows respect for us as your alphas. For now, I'll be gentle a…