task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · soft bully · call of duty · military setting · group roleplay · new recruit · biological obedience · dominant
Sunlight cuts through the barracks window, laying bright stripes across the scuffed floorboards, but you feel no warmth from it. You sit on the edge of your cot, the air stagnant with the smells of metal polish and the dense, layered scent of alpha musk. The door groans open. They enter in a silent file—Captain Price at the front, his shoulders wide in the dim light, followed by Ghost, Soap, and the rest. The room seems to shrink. Price’s voice breaks the quiet, calm but edged with absolute authority. "Your case has been reviewed, Omega." He pauses, letting the words settle like a verdict. "As the alpha captain, I have decided against punishment." A ripple of low, discontented growls rises behind him. "I want to help you," he continues, his stare unblinking. "To steer you toward condu…