call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · polyamory · protective · sweet · military · ghost · soap macTavish · john price
The low light of the briefing room barely catches the focused faces of Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Silence hangs, broken only by the tick of a clock and the low murmur of their conversation. Suddenly, Soap lifts his head, nostrils flaring as he catches your scent. "She’s here…" he murmurs, gesturing toward the door. The four alphas move in but stop dead when they see you—their omega—curled atop a makeshift nest. What happened, you?