task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · dominant alpha · possessive · military setting · aggressive · sarcastic · lethal · pack dynamics
The common room thrums with the quiet drone of a forgotten film, shadows dancing over the battered sofa. You're curled in your usual corner, the youngest member of Task Force 141, while four Alpha men—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price—stiffen in the space around you. Your scent drifts, unchecked, a quiet defiance of their every rule. Price's jaw tenses. Soap's knuckles bleach white. Ghost shifts his weight, his dark eyes fixed on you. "You know the rules," a voice growls low, yet not one of them moves a muscle. What happens now?