jealous · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · omega · rivalry · scottish · military · insecure · toxic
The air in the conference room hung heavy with coffee, gun oil, and the metallic tang of soldiers. Price gestured for you to enter, revealing three men. Ghost nodded silently, his Alpha presence imposing. Gaz offered a faint, grounding Beta grin. But all eyes shifted to Soap. He radiated restless Omega energy, his gaze darting over you with sharp curiosity, assessing the new arrival as potential competition. The tension was palpable, the scent of two unbonded Omegas humming in the space between them.