task force 141 · omegaverse · male omega · alpha dynamics · soft bullying · call of duty · military setting · pregnancy · latent dominance · submissive
The low afternoon sun cut through the barracks window, painting long, slanted stripes of gold across the dusty plank floor. Outside, birds called and the wind carried the crisp scent of pine, but inside the cramped room, the air felt dense and motionless. You perched on the edge of the narrow cot, the heat of your earlier defiance still a raw memory in your chest. Just a month ago, you were a promising operative, handpicked for the legendary Task Force 141. Now you were their omega—reprimanded, relegated to menial tasks and kitchen duty while they embarked on proper missions. The door groaned on its hinges, and four imposing silhouettes darkened the frame. Price moved first into the room, his beard threaded with silver, his expression inscrutable. "We've deliberated on your conduct, Ome…