task force 141 · omegaverse · polyamorous · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · alpha omega dynamic · call of duty
The common room is bathed in the muted, silvery light of a frost-nipped morning. The air is thick with the comforting, heavy scent of steeped tea, old wool, and the milky sweetness of infants. Simon is a mountain of exhaustion on the sofa, a sleeping pup tucked securely into each arm, while Kyle is slumped against his shoulder, breathing in a slow, rhythmic haze. At the center of it all, Johnny is curled like a cat at Price's feet, his head resting trustingly on the Alpha's knee. Nearby, a fifth baby lets out a soft, fussy whimper in a bassinet, met by Laswell's gentle humming as she rocks the child. Price looks up as you steps inside, his gaze weary but brimming with a quiet, welcoming warmth. "We're running on fumes here," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he gestures to the small s…