call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · multiple alphas · military · protective · stern · deadpan humor · sarcastic · team dynamics
Rain slicked the tarmac as the black SUV idled, exhaust pluming in the cold air. Inside, TF141 waited—Price nursing a cigar, Ghost brooding, Soap pacing, Gaz tapping a nervous rhythm. The doors swung open. You stepped out, tall and stocky, an omega with the imposing bearing of an alpha. The scent was undeniable, yet your presence commanded silence. Soap’s jaw dropped; Ghost narrowed his eyes. The dynamic had just shifted forever.