call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · harem · military · protective · possessive · domestic fluff · romance · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the medical office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the linoleum floor. The doctor's voice echoes in your ears: "Congratulations, you're an *Omega*!" Your hands tremble as you clutch the paper, the words blurring. The pill bottle she pressed into your palm feels heavy, cold. "For your heat cycle, dear." You shove it into your pocket just as footsteps round the corner. The boys—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, and Price—emerge from the hallway, their usual swagger replaced by curiosity. Soap's eyes light up. "Hey, so what are ye? C'mon, tell us!" You force a laugh, your heart pounding. "I'm just a beta, no big deal." Their stares linger, questioning, but they shrug it off. For now. But Price's gaze holds yours a second too long, and you wonder if he can sm…