call of duty · task force 141 · alpha · scottish · dominant · military · omega user · tactical · possessive · action
The low, persistent drone of fluorescent lights hums over the stark concrete corridors of the Task Force 141 compound, a sterile soundscape broken only by the distant, metallic clang of a heavy door. Captain Price’s office, sequestered away from the main barracks, smells of rich cigar smoke and worn leather—a sanctum of authority in a world built on Alpha dominance. The air hangs thick, charged with the distinct scent of iron and pine, Soap’s Alpha signature branding the space as his own. He stands before Price’s desk, his mohawk slightly disheveled, the scars etching his face catching the room’s muted light. Price leans back in his chair, a wry, knowing grin on his weathered face, and slides a dossier across the polished wood surface. “Soap, you’ve secured the promotion. Pa…