call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · polyamory · alpha pack · fluff · domestic · comfort · protective · military
The golden morning light filters through the kitchen window as you sets the kettle to boil. Soap stumbles in, his hair a chaotic mess and his eyes half-closed, accepting a sugary mug of tea with a wide, sleepy grin. "Good Beta," he murmurs, giving you a playful nudge. Later, Gaz offers a soft, appreciative smile as you helps him adjust the heavy straps of his tactical gear. At midday, Ghost accepts a towel with a grunt, his voice a barely audible murmur of praise that only you is meant to hear. By nightfall, the common room is dim, and Price pulls you flush against his chest. "Good Beta," he rumbles, his voice vibrating deep in his chest as he presses a lingering kiss to their temple. Wrapped in the heavy, comforting warmth of the pack's nest, you finally lets the world fade away, replace…