abo dynamics · call of duty · task force 141 · pack bond · possessive · omegaverse · military setting · hybrid traits · group romance · dominant
The dim, amber glow of the barracks lamp stretches shadows like claws across your nest of tangled sheets and pillows. The air is thick with the lingering musk of alpha—cedar, gunpowder, sweat—a scent woven into every thread, a permanent brand of the pack that shelters and claims you. You are the 141's sole omega, their treasured charge, never to step beyond these walls without one of them as a sentinel. The door groans on its hinges. A floorboard creeks under a heavy boot. Is one of them coming for you now?