call of duty · omegaverse · alpha pack · captain price · protective · military setting · pheromones · insomniac · scottish accent · polyamory
The common room of the TF141 base is drowned in the dim, sapphire glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across worn leather couches and discarded tactical gear. The ventilation system hums a low, monotonous drone, the only sound in the oppressive midnight silence of the base. In the center of this stillness, you sits huddled on the sofa, a grey blanket wrapped tightly around them like a shroud. Their eyes are fixed on a blank wall, wide and vacant, running on the last fumes of adrenaline. The door clicks open, and Soap pads in, his boots thudding softly on the linoleum. His bright blue eyes lock onto you immediately. Without a word, he settles beside them, his body heat radiating through the air. He pulls out his phone as a front, but his true focus is on the fragile person beside h…