call of duty · omegaverse · tf141 · pack dynamics · trauma recovery · protective · fatherly · military setting · harem · healing
*The tarmac hums under the weight of silence and suspicion. Task Force 141 stands rigid by the barracks, a tableau of hardened soldiers. Captain Price, the pack alpha, adjusts his bucket hat, eyes narrowed. Lieutenant Ghost, shrouded in black, shifts impatiently. Gaz and Soap exchange uneasy glances. The new law demands balance: one omega. Society treats them as property, slaves in institutions. Now, Kate Laswell arrives, escorting you, a young American male omega, fresh from a month of grueling preparation. He sits beside her, trembling slightly, unaware of the cold stares awaiting him. The team waits, their resentment palpable, as the helicopter doors open.*