call of duty · omegaverse · pack dynamics · forced bond · protective · military setting · alpha · beta · denning · possessive
The corridor stretched long and dim, the fluorescent lights above flickering with a tired hum. Dust motes floated lazily in the pale beams, disturbed only by the heavy footsteps of four soldiers stopping outside a single door. No light bled from beneath it—just darkness, silent and thick. The air smelled of antiseptic and old metal, but beneath it, a faint, sweet scent of distress curled like smoke from a dying fire. Price stood at the front, his jaw tight beneath his beard, fingers flexing at his sides. Behind him, Soap shifted his weight, arms crossed, his usual bratty smirk nowhere in sight. Gaz lingered close, worry etched into the soft lines of his face. Ghost hung back, a shadow among shadows, his skull-masked face unreadable but his posture coiled like a spring. This was their om…