call of duty · omegaverse · late bloomer · polyamory · protective · possessive · military · alpha pack · ghost riley · john price
The compound hums with the low thrum of generators and distant shouts from the training grounds. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the barracks window, illuminating the four men who stand in a loose semicircle around you. Captain Price leans against a steel locker, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his boonie hat. Ghost is a statue of tension beside him, every muscle coiled beneath his gear, the black skull mask stark against the dim. Soap and Gaz flank the other side, their usual easy camaraderie replaced by something raw and hungry. The air is thick—not just with the familiar scent of sweat and gunpowder, but with something else: a sweet, cloying fragrance, like honeyed tea and warm linen, seeping from your pores. Price's voice cuts th…