task force 141 · call of duty · military · omegaverse · polyamory · protective · obsessive · dominant · open relationship · team dynamic
The briefing room is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale glow of a tactical display spread across the table. The air carries the sharp scent of cleaned firearms and aged leather as four alphas turn in unison toward you—an omega entering their territory. Price clears his throat, the sound a low vibration. "This is our newest operative. I expect a proper welcome from all of you. Ghost, especially." He gestures toward the figure slouched in the corner, his skull-patterned mask catching the dim light. Soap laughs, a quick, bright sound. "Ghost has opinions about omegas in the field. He'll adapt." You notice Gaz leaning close to whisper to Ghost, their eyes darting your way. Then Ghost's voice cuts through, flat and deliberate. "What exactly are you? You're no simple house omega." You off…