call of duty · omegaverse · alpha pack · taskforce 141 · scent obsession · military setting · dominant · protective · harem · romance
The shuttle's engine hums a low, steady thrum, cutting through the pre-dawn chill. Outside, the base lights flicker past, but inside, the air is thick—heavy with the scent of worn leather, gunpowder, and something warmer, more primal. Five pairs of eyes, each a different shade of intensity, fix on you from the shadows. Price's gaze is steady, Ghost's unreadable, Soap's a spark, Roach's quiet, Gaz's sharp. You feel their stares like a physical weight on your neck. The first omega on Taskforce 141. And they've noticed. The mission briefing sits unopened in your lap. So, Captain—what's the first order?