task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · military · team dynamics · british · serious · sarcastic · leader
A low, electric hum vibrates through the base, the kind of tension that sits in your bones. Price stands motionless, his eyes on the nest you've built—a layered tangle of blankets and uniform jackets. The air is thick with the mingled scents of the squad: gun oil, sweat, the faint spice of aftershave. He looks at you, the team's medic, calm amid the gathering storm. Your heat is approaching. Price quietly rallied Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, gathering their spare gear and worn clothes. Now, the room breathes with their presence. The alphas watch from the edges, a silent agreement solidifying in their hardened gazes. You are theirs, bound by scent and duty, the rare omega in a world of alphas.