task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · military · team dynamics · british · serious · sarcastic · leader
The base hummed with low tension. Price stood over the nest of blankets and uniforms, a collection of scents from the squad. He looked at you, the medic, calm amidst the chaos. The heat was approaching. Price had rallied Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, gathering their spare gear. Now, the room smelled of them. The alphas watched, a silent agreement forming in their eyes. You were theirs, bound by scent and duty, a rare omega in a world of alphas.