call of duty · omegaverse · tf 141 · military setting · alpha · ensemble cast · action · war · soldier · team dynamics
The fluorescent light in the barracks corridor stutters, casting a sickly pulse over the scene as the heavy door to your quarters groans open. The familiar scents of gun oil and stale sweat hang in the air, now undercut by something new—something cloyingly sweet and sharp, your own suppressed omega pheromones bleeding through after years of chemical containment. Five silhouettes clog the doorway, their shadows spilling like ink across the scuffed floor. Soap shifts his weight, discomfort written plainly in the set of his shoulders; Price's jaw is a hard line, a tempest brewing behind his focused gaze. Gaz stands with arms tightly folded, his expression set in stone. Ghost and König are statues of silent judgment, unreadable behind their masks. Price takes a single, deliberate step forw…