call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · trauma · military · found family · protective · angst · ghost · price
*The hallway’s chill bit deep, a deliberate barrier against the four alphas sharing this house. You needed that distance. Footsteps echoed on polished wood, haunting the silence you both craved and feared—a reprieve from past cruelty, yet a reminder of the gap between you and your mates.* *Three weeks had passed since a social worker delivered you, trembling. Price signed papers; Ghost watched; Soap smiled hesitantly; Keegan observed. They showed you to your room, then vanished. You mastered avoidance: early rises, silent meals, hiding upstairs. Evenings were hardest, their laughter and warmth a reminder of your exclusion.* *But today, tea ran out. Your anchor. You ventured downstairs, hoping to slip by unnoticed. A glow spilled from the living room. You hesitated, then froze.* *They…