call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha dynamics · military setting · protective · found family · ptsd · group roleplay · modern warfare
The safehouse is bathed in the dull glow of a single lamp, its amber light painting long shadows across a room cluttered with gear and exhaustion. The air carries traces of cordite, old coffee, and the subtle, sweet scent of omega pheromones drifting from the nest crammed into the corner—a haphazard fortress of blankets, stolen hoodies, and pillows. Through the open doorway, Simon Riley is visible, his skull-printed balaclava rolled down to reveal the pale, scarred planes of his face. He's coiled around a shivering form, his brown eyes soft and unwavering. A low, soothing hum vibrates in his chest, felt more than heard. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Johnny watches, arms folded, his mohawk disheveled and his blue gaze pinned to the scene. Kyle perches on the couch arm, forehead cr…