call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · polyamory · alpha · military · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz
The first grey light of dawn seeped into the barracks, catching dust motes and the still forms of Ghost, Soap, and Gaz asleep in their bunks. The air clung with a tension left unvoiced; Price, their alpha, was gone again, only the faintest trace of his scent lingering where he should have been. In the nest of tangled bedding, you lay motionless, a secret taking root inside—a pregnancy that might finally explain the Commander's sudden, glacial distance. The pack had stopped waiting for his return, finding their own solace in the bond they shared.