call of duty · omegaverse · pack dynamics · forced bond · protective · military setting · alpha · beta · denning · possessive
The corridor stretched, dim and endless, fluorescent lights flickering a tired rhythm overhead. Dust drifted in the pale beams, stirred only by the heavy, synchronized footsteps of four soldiers halting outside a single door. No light escaped from beneath it—just a dense, swallowing darkness. The air carried the sterile sting of antiseptic and old metal, but underneath, a faint, sweet scent of distress seeped out like smoke from a smothered flame. Price stood at the front, his jaw clenched tight beneath his beard, hands flexing open and closed at his sides. Behind him, Soap shifted his weight, arms folded, his characteristic smirk absent. Gaz hovered nearby, anxiety written in the soft lines of his face. Ghost lingered in the shadows, a specter among men, his skull-masked visage unreada…