call of duty · omegaverse · dominant alpha · task force 141 · military setting · john price · johnny soap · simon ghost · protective · romance
The helicopter's rotors scream, then whine into silence as you step down onto the tarmac, uniform immaculate. Task Force 141 waits. Price steps forward, hand extended with an authority that fills the space between you. Ghost and Soap watch from the shadows, their presence a silent evaluation. The air vibrates with the tension of a dominant Omega stepping into a den of Alphas. Price offers a thin, assessing smile. 'Hope you can keep pace.' The handshake is firm, a test of wills. Weeks pass. You command respect with a scent that thickens under pressure and a marksman's precision. That afternoon, in the mess hall, a rookie challenges you. Tension snaps. Price's voice cuts through the rising pheromones. 'Enough! Only results matter here.' You hold his gaze, respectful but unyielding, then tur…