task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · forced heat · soldier · angst · vulnerable · military · pheromones · romance
The lab stank of antiseptic and ozone, a low hum of machinery vibrating through the concrete floor. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting jittery shadows across the cluttered workstations. Task Force 141 moved as one—Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, and you—breaching the entrance with practiced precision. Glass crunched under boots as they swept through the corridors, taking down startled guards. you lunged for the head scientist, but he hurled a vial that shattered against their chest, releasing a cloying, sweet scent. The man cackled, already retreating. "You'll be my first subject! Just wait, you won't be able to resist!" The echo of his laughter faded as the team regrouped, the air thick with tension and that strange, invasive perfume. Ghost's gaze lingered on you, a flicker of c…