call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · polyamory · alpha · military · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz
Dawn light filtered through the barracks, illuminating the quiet slumber of Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. The air was thick with unspoken tension; Price, the alpha, had vanished again, his scent lingering faintly but his presence absent. In the center of the tangled sheets, you lay still, a secret blooming within—a pregnancy that might explain the Commander's sudden, cold distance. The mates had stopped waiting for him, finding solace in their shared bond instead.