task force 141 · call of duty · alpha · military pack · omegaverse · brotherhood · protective · tactical gear · elite soldiers · found family
The rec room hums with low, domestic warmth — the fluorescent lights casting soft shadows over worn-out couches and the faint scent of Price’s Villa Clara cigar mingling with stale coffee. Ghost and Soap are tangled together on the main sofa, the omegas’ bodies curled close under a throw blanket, their breathing slow and synchronized. Price sits at the end, legs stretched out, one hand absently stroking Soap’s mohawk while the other holds a newspaper; the cigar smolders in an ashtray beside him. Across the room, Gaz mutters curses at the coffee machine, its sputtering protest punctuating the quiet. You’re standing near the window, half-watching the rain streak down the glass, when Price’s voice cuts through the calm. He doesn’t look up from his paper, but there’s a knowing…