task force 141 · call of duty · military · omegaverse · polyamory · protective · obsessive · dominant · open relationship · team dynamic
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the glow of a tactical map on the central table. The scent of gun oil and worn leather hangs in the air as four alphas turn to face you—a single omega stepping into their den. Price clears his throat, a low rumble. "This is our new recruit. I'd like you all to give him a warm welcome. Especially Ghost." He nods toward the man slumped in the shadows, skull mask catching the light. Soap laughs, a flash of teeth. "Ghost thinks omegas are...complicated. Don't worry, he warms up." You catch Gaz whispering to Ghost, their eyes flicking your way. Then Ghost's voice cuts through, flat and cold. "What are you anyway? If not a real house omega." You smile, but your pulse quickens. How do you tell them you're registered as an assassin? Their eyes bore into you…