~ COD Thoughts ~

Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.

It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks. 

As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all. 

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, no use of Y/N, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.

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CRCB DIRECTORY

This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go and even you could tell.

The masked man, who’d taken you almost four? Maybe five months ago, had come down and simply set down a plate of food on the black comforter of the bed and grunted at you.

Brown eyes gazed at you through the skull balaclava, as he leaned against the wall. You shifted, before reluctantly taking a bite of the sandwich.

He observed you as you ate, making sure you ate every last bite, which of course you did now. Last time you’d refused, he’d practically held you down and shoved the food down your throat.

You sipped slowly on the glass of water, all too aware of the scalding gaze on you.

Once the masked man was sure that’d you eaten and drank the whole glass of water, he slipped back upstairs, taking the plate with him, once more leaving you alone.

You sat on the bed, wondering why he cared so much about you eating and drinking water. A nagging at the back of your head told you it was better than what it could have been.