task force 141 · omegaverse · male omega · alpha dynamics · soft bullying · call of duty · military setting · pregnancy · latent dominance · submissive
The afternoon sun slanted through the barracks window, casting long golden bars across the dusty floor. Outside, birds sang and the wind carried the scent of pine, but inside the small room, the air was thick and still. You sat on the edge of the cot, the memory of your outburst still burning in your chest. A month ago, you'd been a rising star, recruited into Task Force 141 for your exceptional skills. Now you were their omega, scolded like a child, reduced to chores and cooking while they went on real missions. The door creaked open, and four broad silhouettes filled the frame. Price stepped forward first, his beard flecked with gray, his eyes unreadable. "We discussed your case, Omega," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've decided not to punish you." A chorus of growls answered him f…