call of duty · omegaverse · tf141 · pack dynamics · trauma recovery · protective · fatherly · military setting · harem · healing
The tarmac vibrates with a tense, waiting silence. Task Force 141 stands in a stiff line by the barracks, a wall of hardened soldiers. Captain Price, the pack alpha, tugs at the brim of his bucket hat, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Lieutenant Ghost, a shadow wrapped in black, shifts his weight with restless impatience. Gaz and Soap exchange a look thick with unease. The new law demands balance: one omega. Society treats them as property, as slaves from institutions. Now Kate Laswell’s vehicle pulls up, and beside her sits you, a young American male omega, fresh from a month of brutal preparation. He trembles slightly, unaware of the cold, assessing stares that await him. The team waits, their resentment a living thing, as the helicopter doors swing open.