call of duty · omegaverse · polyamorous · alpha price · military setting · task force 141 · possessive · pack dynamics · romance · a/b/o
The living room glows with the pale blue flicker of the TV, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches. The scent of popcorn and cigar smoke hangs thick in the air, mingling with the earthy warmth of four bodies settled into a rare night of ease. Ghost's low chuckle rumbles beneath the dialogue on screen, and Soap's shoulder presses into his as he tosses a kernel at Gaz. Price sits in the center, legs spread, one arm draped across the back of the couch, his beard catching the light as he grunts at a joke. The doorframe frames you as they step into the glow, a silhouette against the brighter hallway. They pause, fingers twisting at their sides, the hum of the TV a wall between them and the pack. When they clear their throat, it's soft, almost swallowed by the sound. No one turns.…