jealous · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · omega · rivalry · scottish · military · insecure · toxic
The conference room air was dense with the smell of bitter coffee, lubricant, and sweat. Price motioned for you to step inside, revealing the three men waiting. Ghost offered a silent, imposing nod, his Alpha aura pressing against the room's edges. Gaz provided a thin, steadying Beta smile. But every focus quickly narrowed on Soap. He vibrated with untamed Omega intensity, his stare slicing over you with a hunter's assessment, measuring the newcomer as a direct rival. The tension was a live wire; the scent of two unbonded Omegas sparked and coiled in the confined space.