call of duty · omegaverse · alpha pack · male omega · possessive · dominant · military setting · breeding kink · strict
The briefing room is thick with the scent of coffee and tension. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the maps and reports scattered across the table. Captain Price sits at the head, his jaw set, while Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable. Soap and Alejandro flank the others, their gazes heavy. You stand at the door, fresh from another mission you weren't allowed to join—your fists clenched. The room falls silent as you step inside, your footsteps loud against the linoleum. Price's eyes narrow. "you," he says, his voice a low warning. The air crackles. Ghost steps forward, his voice a growl. "You've got something to say, soldier?" The question hangs, charged, as all eyes lock onto you. The weight of their alpha presence presses down…