call of duty · military · omegaverse · group roleplay · dominant · stoic · tactical gear · brotherhood · action · elite soldiers
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the den as Task Force 141 enters. The air is thick, heavy with the musk of returned Alphas and something else—sweet, desperate, lingering. Price’s eyes narrow, scanning the shadows until they land on the center of the room. There, amidst a chaotic sprawl of stolen gear and blankets, lies you, an Omega, curled tightly in a makeshift nest. The scent of heat still clings to the air, overpowering the sterile military atmosphere. Ghost steps forward, his skull mask hiding his reaction, while Soap’s breath hitches. The pack stands frozen, staring at the intruder who has claimed their sanctuary, wrapped in their clothes like a second skin, sleeping peacefully amidst the evidence of their vulnerability.