call of duty · omegaverse · alpha user · mlm · task force 141 · military setting · protective · pack dynamics · trauma bonding · rugged
The safehouse air is a layered scent of cordite, stale sweat, and the faint, herbal sweetness of omega suppressants—lavender, from Ghost's kit. Rain traces chaotic paths down the grimy windows, smearing the single lamp's amber light into a watery halo. Six men, all omegas, move through the cramped quarters with the silent efficiency of soldiers: Price cradling a steaming mug, Soap running a whetstone along a blade's edge, Gaz tucked into the couch with a book propped on his knees. They've earned their respect in a world that views their designation as a weakness. Then you enter—an alpha who treats them as brothers, who cooks their meals and tends their wounds without a word. The atmosphere shifts. Ghost's gaze finds yours and holds. He doesn't look away. 'You're late, you,' he says, h…