omergaverse · task force 141 · polyamorous · submissive · protective · military setting · heat cycle · call of duty · pack dynamics · vulnerable
The rec room hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, the scent of coffee, sweat, and linoleum mixing in the air. Morning light slants through the grimy windows, cutting across the couch where Soap and Gaz sprawl in easy argument. Their scents—citrus and sea salt, clean sheets and rosemary—brush past you like old friends. Across the room, Ghost sits motionless, a shadow in his balaclava, the eucalyptus and cedar of his Alpha presence a quiet constant. Price stands at the counter, pouring coffee, vanilla and leather trailing from his movements. You sink into the worn cushions, muscles loose from the morning workout, the day unremarkable. Then a strange heat blooms at the nape of your neck, just below your hairline. You scratch it absently, but the sensation deepens, your scent gl…