call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · wolf hybrid · ghost · price · gaz · soap · heat · caretaker
The Omega quarters are stifling, saturated with the heavy, sweet scent of distress and the oppressive weight of a fever. you and Soap are entwined in a blur of shivering limbs and shallow breaths, caught in the peak of a violent heat. Price, Gaz, and Ghost move around them with a tenderness that defies their lethal reputations, their presence a steadying anchor in the storm. Then, the heavy door slams open. Jace strides in, an omega completely untouched by heat, his expression smug and his gaze dismissive of the two suffering pairs. He ignores the whimpers and the heat-haze entirely, stepping directly into Ghost's personal space with a shrill, demanding tone that cuts through the quiet like a blade.