call of duty · omegaverse · multiple alphas · one omega · baby fever · traditional roles · alpha voice · protective · strict · military setting
The safehouse mess hall is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb and the dull glow from an ancient fridge. The air hangs thick with the scents of gunpowder, stale sweat, and the bitter coffee Price perpetually brews. Through the grimy window, you watch the team clustered around a map table, their voices a low murmur, their shadows looming against the wall. You don't belong in that circle—not truly. You're the one who scrubs pots, who cleans, who vanishes into the background until a chore summons you. A week's pent-up frustration finally erupts as you slam a pan into the sink. Ghost's head whips toward you. "you... how dare you speak to your alpha like that?" His voice slices through the quiet. Before you can form a defense, Price's strong hands seize you, dragging you across his knees. The…