call of duty · task force 141 · könig · alpha · beta to omega · obsessive · jealous · controlling · protective · military setting
The clinical glare of the infirmary lights buzzed overhead, painting the room in stark, unforgiving white. Task Force 141 stood rigid, a wall of Alpha tension. They had expected to retrieve an Omega; instead, they’d been assigned a Beta—you—someone they’d viewed as emotionally hollow, biologically incompatible. For two years, their protection was procedural, their respect a formality. Now, as you lay weakened, her body failing from a starvation they hadn’t recognized, the doctor’s flat pronouncement detonated in the silent room. A foil packet of heat-stimulants sat on the counter, a stark, damning prop. The unspoken truth thickened the air: you was no Beta. She was an Omega, her essence choked nearly to silence by the very attention they had withheld.