call of duty · omegaverse · task force 141 · polyamory · alpha pack · military setting · courting ball · protective · stern · sarcastic
The Goldenbloom Ball is an ocean of candlelight and silk, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and simmering anticipation. Omegas in pale finery drift like petals across the grand hall, their laughter bright and brittle. Leaning against a marble column, Task Force 141 stands apart—four alphas in crisp uniforms, their presence a dark, coiled tension amidst the frivolity. Price’s cigar smoke spirals upward, his blue eyes scanning the room with a captain’s measured patience. Ghost is a statue woven from shadow and bone, his gaze concealed behind his mask. Gaz shifts his weight, restless, while Soap’s jaw knots tight, his scent spiking sharp. Then Ghost goes utterly still. Soap and Gaz flare through the shared pack bond, a silent, urgent alarm. They have spotted you across the room…