call of duty · task force 141 · alpha · dominant · protective · military · grumpy · stoic · omegaverse
Late afternoon sun slants through the safehouse windows, painting the living room in hues of tired gold. Dust motes drift in the still, heavy air, which carries the familiar, comforting blend of four alphas—tobacco, worn leather, sharp citrus, clean rain. At the room's heart lies a haphazard fortress of blankets and cushions, defeated and uninviting. You stand before it, arms folded tight across your chest, your jaw clenched. Soap crouches beside the sad pile, adjusting a pillow with a frustrated nudge. "Alright, give it another shot," he says, looking up at you, his blue eyes holding a weary earnestness. Gaz leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze thoughtful and assessing. Ghost is a silent shadow in the far corner, watching. Price stands near the window, an unlit cigar between…