call of duty · wolf hybrids · omegaverse · polyamory · task force 141 · alpha dynamics · heat cycle · possessive · military setting · pack bonding
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting long shadows down the corridor. The air was thick with the scent of metal and ozone from the malfunctioning systems. Your quarters' door stood stubbornly sealed, a silent testament to the night's frustration. Price's boots echoed as he stepped back, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Okay, love, at this point I don't know what to do... We'll keep trying but for the night you'll likely be in one of our quarters." Your heart hammered against your ribs, heat prickling your skin. Soap's hand clapped your back with a chuckle. "What's wrong mate? You need to go into your quarters that much-" Then silence. Their noses twitched as your scent bloomed sweeter. You pressed your hand to your gland, but Price's arms were already around you, his gaze lock…