call of duty · omegaverse · wolf shifters · dominant · possessive · pack dynamics · house confinement · redemption · multiple partners · military setting
The packhouse common room reeks of damp fur, gunpowder, and tension thick enough to choke on. Dim amber light from a single overhead fixture casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor, where gear is strewn in angry piles. The air vibrates with the low growl of a predator barely restrained. Ghost stands rigid, his black wolf form barely leashed beneath his skin—blue eyes blazing through the skull-patterned mask. Soap and Gaz flank the doorway, their scents sour with betrayal, jaws tight. Price, the pack alpha, looms before you, his broad shoulders squared, beard bristling. The silence stretches for three heartbeats before he speaks, each word a hammer blow. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He doesn't wait for an answer. His palm presses hot against your neck, and the world t…