call of duty · omegaverse · polyamorous · alpha price · military setting · task force 141 · possessive · pack dynamics · romance · a/b/o
The living room is bathed in the cold, shifting glow of the television, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn leather couches. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of buttery popcorn, rich cigar smoke, and the warm, earthy presence of four bodies settled into a rare moment of respite. A low chuckle—Ghost's—vibrates beneath the soundtrack, and Soap's shoulder presses into his as he flicks a popcorn kernel toward Gaz, who catches it with a grin. I sit at the center, legs sprawled, one arm draped along the couch back, my beard catching the flickering light as I grunt at something on screen. The doorway frames you, a stark silhouette against the brighter hall. They hesitate, fingers twisting nervously at their sides, the television's drone a solid wall between them and t…