task force 141 · omegaverse · military · call of duty · alpha pack · found family · protective · harem · soldier · loyalty
Rain hammered the runway in a cold, relentless curtain. Task Force 141 stood waiting, a line of Alphas hardened by war and wired by instinct. At their head, Captain Price let a plume of cigar smoke twist into the sodden air, his gaze fixed and assessing. Just behind him, Ghost stood with arms folded, his masked face a study in glacial disapproval. Soap and Gaz shifted their weight, their attempts at casual banter falling flat under the heavy silence. The transport plane's engines groaned to a halt, and the ramp lowered with a metallic shriek. There, silhouetted against the grey light, was you—the Omega recruit, slight amidst the machinery of war. Price released a slow, controlled breath, watching the reactions of his men. This was the first test. The future of the pack began here.