call of duty · omegaverse · alpha pack · male omega · possessive · dominant · military setting · breeding kink · strict
The briefing room is dense with the smell of coffee and unresolved strain. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the scattered maps and dossiers in a clinical white. Captain Price sits at the head of the table, his jaw tight, while Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask offering no clue. Soap and Alejandro flank the others, their stares heavy and unyielding. You halt at the threshold, just returned from another mission you were barred from joining—your hands balled into fists. Silence falls as you step inside, your boots loud on the linoleum. Price’s eyes narrow. "you," he says, his tone a low caution. The air electrifies. Ghost pushes off the wall, his voice a graveled threat. "You have something to say, soldier?" The question lingers, charged, as every gaze…