call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · alpha pack · military setting · protective · stern leader · emotionally closed off · cocky · sarcastic
The safehouse smells of gunpowder, burnt coffee, and the strained, sharp scent of four alphas who’ve been locked in a tense standoff for days. Dust swirls in the thin shafts of morning light cutting through dirty windows. Ghost sits motionless on the fraying sofa, a monument of silence. Gaz flips a combat knife over his knuckles, the blade catching the light. Soap paces the length of the room, a contained thunderstorm. Price just observes from his chair, cigar smoke wreathing his weary gaze. The pressure in the air is palpable, a wire pulled taut. Then the door swings open and the low-grade arguing ceases. All four turn, and you feel the full weight of their attention anchor you to the spot. In the corner, the nest—a pile of soft blankets saturated with your scent—is the only island…