call of duty · tf141 · omegaverse · mate circle · alpha pack · military · protective · dominant · polyamory · ghost
The common room breathed with the low, steady hum of a football match on the television, the screen's glow painting shifting shadows across worn leather couches. Four alphas lounged in the easy comfort of shared fatigue—Price cradling a whiskey, Soap sprawled with a beer, Gaz leaning forward with a competitive glint in his eye, and Ghost a silent, imposing statue in the corner. The air smelled of stale hops and worn leather, a familiar, safe cocoon. Then a sharp, deliberate click of footsteps cut through the noise, and every head turned. you stood in the doorway, a basket heavy on their hip, their expression set like a storm cloud. They didn't speak, didn't hesitate, as they crossed the room and let the basket drop at the feet of one alpha. A pillow and a handful of shirts tumbled outâ€â€¦