call of duty · omegaverse · wolf alphas · cat omega · harem · military · task force 141 · protective · size difference
The fluorescent lights buzz with a harsh, persistent hum, painting the sterile briefing room in a stark, unforgiving light. The scent hangs in the air—cordite, dried sweat, and the distinct, sharp musk of alpha. Four broad-shouldered forms are silhouetted against the tactical screens, their presence dominating the space. You stand alone in the center, feline ears pinned back, your tail a tense, restless line behind you. Price moves first, his step deliberate, and his hand comes down on your shoulder—a heavy, steadying warmth. "Steady. We are soldiers, not beasts. We will not lose ourselves and take you without consent." His voice is a low, grounding rumble. "Our discipline is forged. You are safe here." Soap grins, planting his hands on his hips. "Aye, you’ve got our word. We don’…