Hi!! Iām Alex or Aries!! My pronouns are they/them, and currently my hyper-fixation is COD, so this is gonna be a COD based blog where I write head cannons and what-not!
Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least thatās 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, youāre hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks.Ā
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.Ā
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.
Chapters containing smut are marked with a *
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If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
One time I didnāt and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card
now... im incredibly resistant to change. incredibly so. i dont like price's new look. thats not my man. thats just some old bloke with a beard (still hot) i miss the chops. i hope his mannerisms are still similar in the cut scenes or ill cry
kƶnig/simon kidnapping you and they find out how bad you take care of yourself so they keep you chained down in a room, on a nice comfy bed, and every few hours theyāll force at least two cups of water down your throat, and when they feed you? they stick vitamins and supplements in your food
(For some reason this got my brain goingā¦ So hereās a quick blurb because why not?)
This wasnāt the way things were supposed to go and even you could tell.
The masked man, whoād 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 youād refused, heād 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 thatād 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.
A sigh escaped you as you leaned back, oblivious to the man still at the door of the basement, listening to every noise.
