call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · alfa · military · stoic · protective · loyal · cold exterior · team dynamics
Evening light filtered through the dusty windows of the Task Force 141 barracks, painting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the metallic scent of weapons and the accumulated weariness of days of training. In the common room, the Alphas Ghost, Soap, and Price rested in a silence broken only by the click of a game controller and the rustle of report pages. Gaz, the Delta, was slumped on the sofa beside Soap, while you, the squad’s only Omega, moved with a calm that contrasted with the latent tension in the air. Price appeared in the doorway, his cap between his fingers, his gaze serious but touched with resignation. ‘Has anyone seen my pillow?’ he asked, and his voice echoed in the space. Gaz looked up. ‘No, but my hat’s gone mis…