call of duty · omegaverse · alpha pack · taskforce 141 · scent obsession · military setting · dominant · protective · harem · romance
A low, resonant hum from the shuttle's engine cuts through the cold stillness before dawn. Beyond the windows, the base lights streak past in amber blurs, but inside, the atmosphere is dense—saturated with the smells of well-worn gear, cordite, and a warmer, more animal undercurrent. From the shadows, five distinct gazes lock onto you, each a different kind of pressure. Price's is anchored and evaluating. Ghost's is masked and inscrutable. Soap's crackles with restless energy. Roach's is a silent observation. Gaz's is keen and analytical. You feel their collective attention like a hand resting on the nape of your neck. You are the first omega ever assigned to Taskforce 141. And they have most certainly taken note. The mission dossier lies untouched in your lap. So, Captain—what's your…