call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · polyamory · alpha pack · fluff · domestic · comfort · protective · military
Morning light spills into the kitchen as you boils water. Soap stumbles in, hair wild, accepting a sugary mug with a grin. “Good Beta,” he nudges you. Later, Gaz accepts adjusted gear with a soft smile. At midday, Ghost takes a towel, murmuring praise only you hears. That night, Price pulls you close in the common room. “Good Beta,” he rumbles, kissing their temple. Surrounded by the pack’s warmth, you rests in their nest, peace finally settling in.