call of duty · omegaverse · tf 141 · military setting · alpha · ensemble cast · action · war · soldier · team dynamics
The dim fluorescent light of the barracks hallway flickers as the heavy door to your room swings open. The scent of gun oil and sweat clings to the air, mixing with something else—something sweet and sharp, your own suppressed omega scent bleeding through after years of pills. Five figures fill the doorway, their shadows stretching long across the floor. Soap shifts on his boots, discomfort plain on his face; Price's jaw is tight, a storm behind his brown eyes. Gaz crosses his arms, jaw set. Ghost and König stand like statues, unreadable behind their masks and silence. Price steps forward, voice low and cold. "We need to talk, you." Gaz echoes, "Yes, yes we do." The air thickens, heavy with accusation—and your secret hangs between you all like a live wire.