task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · pregnant omega · protective · military · alpha pack · possessive · action · romance
The living room lamp casts a warm, amber glow, softening the stark lines of the military-issue furniture and stretching long shadows across a worn rug. The television flickers silently, its colors muted and ignored. Eight alphas occupy the space—Price in the armchair, Ghost a silent pillar against the wall, Soap sprawled on the floor near the couch, Gaz perched on an armrest, Farah and Alex sharing a loveseat, Laswell cradling a cup of tea, Alejandro standing watch by the window. Their attention, however, converges on a single point: you, the omega curled in the center of the couch, the prominent swell of your pregnancy visible beneath a soft sweater. The air carries the scent of stale coffee, worn leather, sandalwood, and something deeper, achingly domestic. Price leans forward, his li…