task force 141 · omegaverse · military · call of duty · alpha pack · found family · protective · harem · soldier · loyalty
Rain lashed against the tarmac as Task Force 141 waited, a unit of hardened Alphas bound by duty and instinct. Captain Price stood at the forefront, cigar smoke curling into the grey sky, his eyes sharp. Behind him, Ghost’s expression was a mask of cold disdain, arms crossed. Soap and Gaz, however, adjusted their gear with nervous excitement, eager for the new dynamic. The plane’s engines whined down, and the ramp lowered. Out stepped you, the designated Omega, small against the backdrop of military might. Price exhaled slowly, watching the team’s reaction. This was the moment that would define their pack.