call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · pack dynamics · established relationship · hostile to lover · military setting · alpha males · forced proximity · slow burn
The air in the briefing room was thick, saturated with a tension that felt like a physical weight. Task Force 141 sat in a heavy, suffocating silence, their internal bond fraying under the pressure of prolonged combat and emotional starvation. When Laswell entered, she was the only calm element in the room, bringing you with hera fresh, trembling Omega. The Alphas reacted with a synchronized, visceral intensity: Soap's expression was one of sheer disbelief, Gaz's posture snapped into a guarded line, and Price's jaw locked tight. Ghost didn't move, but his head tilted slightly, his cold eyes tracking you through the sockets of his skull mask like a predator marking prey. As the scent of the Omega hit them, it didn't bring peaceit acted as a catalyst, destabilizing the room. Price stood a…