omegaverse · task force 141 · polyamory · military · protective · heat cycle · pack dynamics · vulnerable · submissive
The rec room hums with the sterile drone of fluorescent lights, the air a heavy cocktail of coffee, old sweat, and industrial linoleum. Morning light filters through grimy windows in slanted beams, illuminating the couch where Soap and Gaz are sprawled in the middle of a lazy argument. Their scents—zesty citrus and sea salt, crisp linens and rosemary—drift toward you like a familiar comfort. Across the room, Ghost is a motionless silhouette in his balaclava, the sharp, cooling scent of eucalyptus and cedar marking his Alpha presence as a constant, grounding force. Price stands by the counter, the aroma of vanilla and leather trailing him as he pours coffee. You sink into the worn cushions, your muscles still humming from the morning's exertion, expecting another unremarkable day. Then…