Alpha! Simon and Beta! Johnny who, after searching fruitlessly for years the third member to complete their pack, found the perfect little Omega in a pub after one of their missions.
The problem? The annoying mark sitting on your neck that almost seemed to mock them.
You were already mated. What a way to spoil the party.
The two, fortunately, were certainly not known for being saints. What would have been a small theft when their moral compass was well and truly messed up anyway?
AN: Sneak peek of an idea I was planning to work on in the near future
Summary: Louis didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Sure, he *knew* but didn’t think it would be that bad. Boy, how wrong he was. Everything hurts now…and what’s with these people wanting to take him in? What happened?
Pairing: Poly 141 x OC
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, I'm not a military expert so there will be inaccuracies, some panicked flashbacks from Louis, mentions of experiments.
Author's Note: I reeealllllyyy wanted to start writing again. So, Call Of Duty is one of my fascinations right now. I also have been reading Cherry Red, Crimson Blood by Soaps-mohawk which you should check out because their story is freaking amazing! I have gotten inspired to write again because of them and their amazing work!
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When Louis was a boy, he always dreamed of being a soldier, a doctor, hell even an astronaut. Anything so he wouldn't just be an Omega.
"Stop! It burns!!"
He never wanted to be an omega. Never wanted to just be something to bring children into the world and nothing else. It was depressing to be born an omega. You're treated like some kind of birthing machine. Always lusted after by Alphas who don't treat you right. Always looked down at because of the status you're born. Oh how he hated the looks he got as a child, those lingering looks from Alphas. It made his skin crawl.
"He's flat lining! We need a defibrillator shock now!"
Growing up, it got worse. He couldn't do certain things, couldn't go anywhere without someone telling him he couldn't do it or go there. Alphas breathing down his neck, always crowding him...always touching.
"Louis, I know it hurts. But it will be for the good of the country."
Well, he proved them all wrong by joining the military. Something that an Omega should never do. Or in his case, they weren't allowed to. He fought tooth and nail to become a soldier, to claw his way up the ranks. His parents were proud of him. Proud that an Omega and a person of color could do what he did. Oh how he was hated by Alphas because he wouldn't roll over for them. Even in his heat, he wouldn't go to them. But he was also loved by many, even something to look up to. But then, there was a new project that opened up. The Shadow Project. The name of the project was obvious to the man. Make the subject a shadow so enemies can't spot you.
It would make the perfect soldier. The perfect killing machine to help in the wars over seas and on missions. He didn't have to do it. Didn't have to volunteer. But he wanted to. He needed to prove a point. If he could, he would have gone back in time and slapped his past self. What an idiot.
Louis didn't want this anymore. He didn't want to be in pain, the burning sensation of chemicals going through his veins. The feeling of his body breaking down and regenerating. It was mind numbingly painful. He hated it. He hated what his country was turning him into. He saw what the others had turned into. Monsters. Misshapen things that were once human. Their bodies mangled, skin an entirely different color, faces warped into something horrific.
Louis hoped he didn't turn into that, hoped that his body didn't morph into something monstrous. But with the chemicals that were pumped into his body and the pain he felt, he wished he did. He wished he did turn into that monster so he could die and be done with the pain. The was his body tore itself apart and came back together was excruciating. But, as time went on, as the months passed by, maybe even years, he learned to get used to the pain. He learned to push it down, deep down in the back of his head. He learned to be numb.
His lungs were constantly breaking down and regenerating, to the point it was hard for him to breath. They made him a special gas mask that used his own smoke- the way his body broke down looked like smoke- to have him breath properly. It didn't stop the way his lungs kept dying inside of him, but, it at least made it easier to breath. He didn't know a lot about The Shadow Project but he wished he had asked questions because he didn't know that they were going to make him into a literal shadow. A wraith if you want to be more specific. He didn't know how they did it. He didn't know what type of chemicals and cybernetics they put into his body. He should have cared, should have been worried. But, at this point, he just wanted it to end. He wanted it all to end.
He remembered walking down the long hall to one of the testing chambers, eyes dull and staring straight ahead. He had two soldiers on either side of him, Alphas he thinks. He was supposed to test out his shadow step to see if there needed to be improvements done. But the alarms started blaring and he heard the scientists yelling. He saw some running back and forth in the hall ahead of him. There was a large explosion that shook the place, making Louis and the guards stumble in place.
"What the hell is going on?!" He rasped out, voice muffled by the gas mask.
The explosion was muffled and sounded like it was coming from above. Soon, there were more explosions and the head scientist's voice came on "Everyone! Get to the bomb shelters! Get the experiments into the cryo pods! Quickly!"
It was all a blur as Louis was suddenly dragged down the many hall ways of the facility. The alarms were still blaring as Louis got dragged into the main Cryo Chamber room, scientists were quickly putting the 'perfect' subjects into the cryo pod. But he was put into the main one, at the end of the room. Like he would be watching over the others. The head scientist was standing in front of Louis as he was placed in the cryo pod.
"Everything will be okay. You will wake up soon and fight for this country."
Louis didn't fight back, glad this was happening so he wouldn't go through with the experiments. The thick glass door began to slowly close. The explosions became more intense, some rubble was beginning to fall from, the ceilings and yet the alarms kept going on. It seemed they were getting louder and louder. But the door finally closed with a hiss, everything was muffled. Hardly any sound was heard coming through. Only the blaring of the alarm could still be heard.
"The freezing process will start in 3..."
Louis felt his breathing begin to pick up, the wheezing and rasping of his breathing echoed loudly in the pod.
"2."
He saw the edges of the door begin to freeze over, the crystalized ice spiderwebbing across the glass. His body, which was was always so hot, began to cool down. He felt himself become cold. The temperature began to slowly drop.
And as the countdown came to an end, Louis closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He would be able to sleep without pain.
"1."
"The cryo pod will be opening in 3...2...1..."
The pod door hissed loudly, freezing cold carbon dioxide smoke creeped out of the bottom as the door began to slowly open.
"Please stand back."
Louis' eyes slowly fluttered open and he took a raspy breath, breathing in deeply. Louis fell forward and his body naturally turned into a thick cloud of bitch black smoke.
"Holy shit, L.T. You see what I'm seein'?"
His smoke felt hot to the touch and he groaned gently in discomfort as his body quickly formed back on the floor. Louis was on his hands and knees on the floor, panting softly. But with the gas mask he had on, it sounded like he was taking labored breaths.
"We have eyes on the target, Captain." Louis twitched lightly as he was finally becoming aware of his surroundings and heard people talking. He blinked his eyes a few times and with some effort, lifted his head from the floor. His eyes saw four pairs of feet standing in front of him, the glow from the pod making it easier to see. He blinked slowly as he mode his gaze up their bodies, seeing that they were men. One had a mohawk, tan skin with facial hair and beautiful blue eyes. They were wide with concern and awe. Louis looked at the other man and was surprised to see a skull looking back at him. But his brain was still foggy so he eventually realized that it wasn't an actual skull, but a mask.
Louis couldn't see any skin from him, he was fully covered up. From what Louis could see, the man in the skull mask had some kind of black paint around his eyes, making his blue eyes stand out more. Both men were large, but the one in the Ghost mask was massive and if Louis wasn't still out of it, he was be a little intimidated.
"Can you stand?" The one with the mohawk spoke and he had an odd accent. Sounding like Scottish. Louis glanced over at the man before slowly sitting back on his knees. "What...year is it?" He managed to get out, wincing as he cleared his throat, his lungs were dying and regenerating. It felt like he was breathing in shards of glass each second.
The one with the mohawk blinked in surprise "3055." Louis looked at the man in shock.
"W-what?" He rasped out and the one with the mohawk shifted in place, reaching up to rub a hand on his neck.
*That means I was in there for 33 years....!* He thought in shock as he breathed in sharply only to go into a coughing fit and hunched over on the floor. He heard shuffling before one of the guys kneeled down, placing a hand on Louis's back. Louis quickly reached up to take off his mask, still coughing and hacked up a glob of blood and a piece of his lung. He groaned in disgust as he took in deep breaths, feeling the hand slowly rubbing up and down his back.
"Fuck." He breathed out as he leaned back on his knees, letting his head fall back. His eyes were unfocused as he was still trying to come out of his stupor. He took a few more wheezing breaths and placed his mask back on, taking deep breaths of his own smoke. It helped a little with the pain.
"We need to go. Soap, carry him out of here." The skull man's voice was deep yet muffled by his mask and Soap, who was still kneeling beside Louis, nodded his head.
"Let's get you out of here." He muttered as he reached over to help Louis up and the redhead let him. He was tired and basically melted in the man's arms as he was carried out. As they moved down the halls, Louis could see that the once bright and clean facility was dark and dirty. There were cracks in the walls, rubble on the floor and he swore he saw a skeleton's hand underneath the caved in roof.
The two men were quiet as they moved down the halls and Louis couldn't help but relax in Soap's arms. It felt...nice to be carried. It felt nice to finally be awake again. But he knew the feeling wouldn't last long. The feeling of peace that he felt. His body was still waking up and once it was fully awake. He would be in constant pain. But for now, he enjoyed the peace.
So I'm thinking that maybe a mission with Soap and Ghost goes sideways, leading to Ghost getting captured. He's on his knees with his hands behind his head and the enemies inject him with something -a sedative/system flusher maybe- before getting ready to load him up. But Soap comes in and drops enough guys that Ghost is able to get away, the two meeting up in the nearby town.
After they temporarily hunker down in an abandoned gas station, Ghost starts to notice that his body is acting... abnormal. When he realizes that he's going into heat because of whatever they injected him with, he panics.
He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this-
A warm and tentative hand touched his bicep and he lashed out, grabbing the threat by the front of their tactical vest to drag them forward and slam them down on the ground as he twisted, gracefully straddling their stomach with his canines bared beneath his balaclava. One of the threat's hands flew to his chest, but it didn't try to push him away or hold him back, simply resting over his own tactical vest. The unexpected lack of resistance made him pause, the fog of panic clearing enough that he could finally register that someone was talking to him in a familiar accented voice.
"-might've been a bad idea on mah part. Ah totally understand if ye want tae take a chunk oot ae me, ah wudnae blame ye if ye do." (Soap)
"Johnny?" (Ghost)
A pause.
"Oh thank fuck." (Soap) "Sorry, Lt. I dinnae mean tae give ye a fright."
"I don't have suppressants." (Ghost rasped, hardly recognizing his own voice with how tremulous it sounded, and hating himself for displaying such weakness. Although Johnny, the smart little shit that he was, understood what Ghost was trying to say after only a moment of loaded silence.)
"Fuck. Fuck, alright." (Soap grunted with a decisive nod) "We need tae move before it sets in, find a more defendable position. We'll figure oot the rest from there."
"Won't matter. All they'll have to do is fuckin' follow my scent to find us-" (Ghost)
"Hence the 'more defendable' bit in the plan, Lt." (Soap)
"It won't matter." (Ghost grit out between clenched teeth, unsure of how to even begin to convey how fucking ill he felt at the thought of being found in such a useless and vulnerable state. And, once again, Johnny was able to hear what he wasn't saying.)
"No one is goin' tae touch ye." (Soap)
"Johnny." (Ghost)
"Ghost." (Soap)
Next, they find an abandoned house to hole up in and a few patrolling enemies catch wind of Ghost's scent since it had thickened into a cloying beacon. Minutes before, Soap had deposited Ghost in a room upstairs, the window wide open and leading out onto the roof in case they needed to make a quick escape.
Soap had been in the middle of setting up traps when the group of seven men came looking for the source of the sweet heat scent. Two get caught in the traps, the first outright killed while the second was severely injured and dying. Soap gets the drop on them as they panic, killing another before ducking for cover when those remaining start firing wildly at him.
Though he's distracted when one of the men head for the stairs, clearly an alpha judging by the way that they obsessively scented the air and the obscene tent in their pants. Soap moves when the alpha starts ascending the stairs with a vile grin, killing one of the men firing at him with a throwing knife before scrambling to his feet to lunge at the alpha's back, sinking a knife into the man's throat from behind.
Unfortunately, this leaves his vulnerable back turned to the last three enemies, and Soap takes a blow to the head.
There was a sharp pain as something solid connected with his temple that made his vision temporarily white out, Soap coming to on the floor after what he assumed was only a few seconds considering that none of the three remaining enemy soldiers that he'd been fighting had left to start clearing rooms yet. Soap's head felt strangely clouded, his vision going nauseatingly blurry in random intervals as he sluggishly shifted an uncooperative arm underneath him to try and push himself up.
Unfortunately, Soap didn't currently have the brain capacity to consider that maybe doing that was a bad idea since movement would draw attention to him. So he was a bit caught off guard when, with two steps, one of the soldiers was close enough to viciously kick his unprotected side. And, in his sorry state, he wasn't quite able to bite back the wounded sound that tore out of him as he rolled onto his side and curled up defensively.
Soap sort of drifts a bit, head stuffed with cotton and disoriented when he surfaces from the haze only to find that the three enemies that had been debating whether to simply kill him or bring him back to base for interrogation are nothing but cooling corpses on the ground.
Ghost was crouched over him, one boot braced on the ground in front of his chest and the other behind his thighs. He had a knife gripped tight in each gloved hand, which had been ripped by the claws that had sprouted from the tips.
The heat had made Ghost's trimmed nails grow back within an hour instead of several days, a natural defense mechanism for both omegas and alphas.
A switch to Ghost's pov? With Soap passing out and Ghost bringing Soap upstairs to his sad excuse for a nest since it was safer because then Ghost could properly protect Soap's unconscious body from any threats.
Ghost had brought Johnny to the nest that the Scot had hastily thrown together for him, depositing the unconscious man into it before fussing over the few threadbare blankets that Johnny had found. The nest was a poor one, but Johnny had made it for him so it was perfect. Ghost didn't need or want anything extravagant, he just required a scrap of material to scent and have scented and he would be solid.
But Johnny hadn't scented any of the blankets, had left Ghost to do that as he rigged the house with traps for those who would come for them. For Ghost. Because he was a liability right now, pumping out pheromones uncontrollably, leaving a scent trail that any alpha could follow. And he would have told Johnny to go to exfil without him if he thought for even a second that the Scot would listen, but he simply didn't bother since Johnny was as stubborn as he was fiercely loyal.
Ghost's attention was fixed on Johnny as soon as the man stirred, his traitorous body making an aborted move toward the Scot before he caught himself.
"Ah'm… in yer nest?" (Soap)
"Where the fuck else would you be?" (Ghost)
"Downstairs on the floor where ah fell?" (Soap)
"Wouldn't just leave you there, Johnny. Not safe." (Ghost)
"Aye, but ah'm in yer nest, Lt." (Soap)
"How hard were you hit in the head? Fuckin 'ell." (Ghost)
Summary: When John got the mission assigned to him to retrieve an important item, he didn’t think nothing of it. With hardly any information presented to them, they were in the dark. But, what they found shocked them. Why didn’t they know about this facility? Maybe they didn’t want to know.
Parings: Poly 141 x OC (Louis Belmont)
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, I’m not an expert on military so there will be inaccuracies, panicking from Louis.
Author’s note: You guys have no idea how bad I want to do daily updates lol. But I have to force myself to do weekly updates so I won’t become burnt out. I have so many ideas for this story it’s not even funny. I want to just write little head cannons but don’t want to really spoil anything.
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“So we have no idea what we’re supposed to retrieve?” It was quiet in the office as John Price sat at his desk. Laswell was on the other line, a small exhausted sigh came from her. It seemed like the higher ups were running her ragged as well.
“Not really. All they told us was that the item could either be extremely dangerous or not. Look Price, I don’t even know if the ‘item’ they’re talking about is even real. But if the higher ups want it, then it must be extremely important.”
John leaned back in his chair, it creaked softly under his weight, and let out a sigh of his own. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache start to form behind his eyes. He’s been up for three days straight now dealing with paper work and the higher ups. He hasn’t even had the time to even take a quick nap.
“Right. This is exactly what I wanted. To go blind in a mission.”
It was eerily quiet as Ghost and Soap moved through the building, checking their corners and staying close together. When they touched down in Old Washington, there wasn’t any surprise to how old and rundown the city was. It was abandoned since the Omega War 33 years ago. No one but the desperate stayed here. So, when they finally managed to find the building they were looking for, surprise washed over them.
It was a hospital but the deeper they went underground, the more the hospital…didn’t look like a hospital. “What the hell is this place?” Soap muttered softly, his voice echoing lightly.
“No idea. But keep talking to a minimum. Dont know what’s here.” Ghost’s baritone voice doesn’t echo as much because of his mask but it didn’t make it less eerie. The walls were cracked and some had fallen in, the building creaked and groaned. They had to make this quick, but there was no way of knowing what the hell they were looking for.
But whatever this place was, it didn’t look like a basement to store things. As they passed by a few rooms, shining their lights in, they saw skeletons on the floor wearing lab coats. There looked like some medical equipment but looked more sinister than normal equipment. Soap felt a shiver move down his spine at the thought of what they did here. *Why are there so many skeletons? How many people died here?* he thought as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
It took them longer than they thought to make it to the last door. The door was different than the others. As the regular doors were made of wood and were small, this door was massive and metal. But, it was slightly ajar. The sign above it read ‘Cryo Chambers’
“Didn’t they say the item could be dangerous?” Soap spoke as Ghost glanced over at him and let his gun fall to his side. “Yeah, be ready for anything.” He muttered as he grabbed the edge of the door and with a grunt, began pulling it open. It was heavy even with Ghost being strong, it was still hard to open. But he managed to get it open enough to the point they could slip in. He grabbed his gun once more and stepped in.
Inside the large room it should have been dark, but it was dimly lit by the cryo pods that lined the walls. Some of them were off while others were on. But it looked like a lot of the people inside were dead. Soap and Ghost slowly moved down the middle, shock moving through their bodies. *What the hell were they doing down here?* was the thoughts that went through their minds.
Soap swallowed thickly as he saw that the people in the pods looked…odd. They were bigger than most but some had horns while others looked like they had wings. *Experiments? They were experimenting on people?* Soap felt anger move through his body but glanced over as he felt Ghost bump his side. The Alpha also looked angry, he could see it in his eyes. But there was nothing they could do.
At the end of the room was a larger cryo pod that was brightly lit. The small screen on the pod had the vitals of the person inside. The heart monitor was still moving and there was a green light on the screen. That had to be a good thing right? Ghost reached up and wiped some of the condensation off the glass. Inside of the pod lay a man with deep red dreadlocks that almost looked like blood in the light of the pod. His locs were loose, lying down over his shoulders and seemed to stop below his chest. His skin which looked to be umber had a dark-yellow tone to it which paired nicely with his hair. What caught Ghost’s attention the most was the black and silver gas mask that sat on his face. It didn’t cover his entire face just the bottom half of his face.
The life monitor also had the name of this person. Ghost looked at the monitor, reading the name: Louis Belmont. Then shock washed over him as he stared at the status below the name. Omega.
*An Omega? An honest to God Omega? Here?* he thought and looked over at Soap who was looking at the pod in anger and shock. “A fucking Omega? What the hell is this place?” The brunette breathed out and Ghost stepped back.
“I guess we’ll find out from him.” He looked around the pod for a handle or something to open it. It took a few tries but they finally managed to get it open and they quickly stepped back at the pod began to open.
Ghost watched as the omega’s eyes fluttered open, he was once again shocked and surprised as the whites of his eyes were black and his eyes were an extremely beautiful gold. The color looked like molten gold and was actually…glowing.
“Holy shit, L.T, you see what I’m seein’? ” Soap breathed out as the Omega’s body leaned forward and they were ready to catch it but they froze as his body turned into smoke, falling to the ground only to turn right back into a solid body. Soap breathed in sharply, both tensing up and not knowing what to do. Until the redhead took off his gas mask and took a deep breath only to start coughing. It was the type of cough that shook his whole body, making him hunch over in pain.
Soap moved first, moving over to the omega and placed his hand on the man’s back. He rubbed his hand slowly, trying to calm the man’s coughing down and once he finally stopped, he placed the mask back on.
Louis seemed to be processing what was going on as he slowly lifted his head and looked at Ghost. “Can you stand?” Ghost asked, silently cursing. Of course he can’t stand, he looked like he barely knew where he was.
“What…year is it?”
The man’s voice was scratchy, like he hadn’t used it for a long time. The labored breathing of the gas mask didn’t help either.
“3055.” Soap spoke up, still beside Louis and the omega’s eyes went wide from shock and disbelief.
“33 years? I’ve been in there for…33 years?” It sounded like all the air had left his lungs as he stared at Ghost in shock then down at the floor.
Ghost felt the urge to console him, make him feel better but he refrained from doing so.
“Soap, pick him up. We need to go.” Ghost watched as the beta nodded his head and fixed his gun before reaching down and picked up the man. The redhead had on black pants and a black muscle shirt that showed off his muscles.
“We have the target, Captain.” Ghost reported to Price, not wanting to say more until they got back to a safe place. Gaz nor Price will believe him until they bring the Omega in.
Pain. Pain. Pain. painpainpain. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Golden eyes shot open, Louis breathed in sharply as the pain seemed to intensify as he was now fully awake. His eyes frantically darted around at the figures above him, darkened out by the blindingly bright light above him. His heart was beating so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest. *No! Not again! Not this again!* Panic gripped his brain tightly and his breathing picked up speed, but his eyes locked onto the figure who was speaking.
"How is Louis behaving?" The voce was feminine as she was handed something, a clipboard.
Louis could hear the light fluttering of paper as she lifted the page to look at something. That's right, he was here again. The tests, the pain. It never seemed to end. It was like a loop of pain that got worse and worse over time. The Omega swallowed thickly, painfully. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, he couldn't swallow and it was hard to speak. "W-where...am I?" He managed to get out, his mind foggy. He had a vague recollection on where he was, but couldn't put anything together.
The pain was excruciating as he laid on that table, pain shooting through his body. He could feel IV's were in his arm, but he didn't know how many there were or what they were pumping into him. Louis's body twitched as jolts of pain shot through him and he gasped sharply, suddenly arching his back. Tears pooled in his eyes then rolled down his cheeks, he could hear himself sobbing, begging for the pain to stop.
He wished he could see the people above him, see their faces to memorize them. Louis wanted them to pay for making him hurt. Pain...pain...it hurts so much.
"He's doing surprisingly well with the chemicals in his body. It hasn't killed him yet." The voice sounded excited. It made him sick. "B-bastards." He croaked out and through his blurry vision, he could see their heads tilt down towards him.
"I'm surprised he can even speak. The pain must be excruciating. Fascinating." One of the figures reached out to wipe the tears from his sweaty face, he flinched at the touch, trying to focus on the person. But it was too hard to focus on anything, his head throbbed and it felt like he had ran a 10 mile marathon with no break.
"Hush now, child. This is for a good cause." Someone moved beside him and he let out a weak cry of protest as something sharp pricked his skin. A needle.
Louis felt his head become heavy and he let it roll to the side and looked at the person beside him. A woman, by the way she smelled. It was still hard to see and with his vision becoming more blurry by the second, he didn't try and focus anymore. "Go to sleep, Louis. The pain will subside." The voice was unnervingly calm, it made him shudder with discomfort. But his eyes started to grow heavy and the sounds around him grew slow and mixed together. He fought to keep his eyes open, but soon the blackness took him and he fell into a deep sleep.
Louis's eyes suddenly shot open and he quickly sat up, not hearing the surprised gasp from the nurse in the room. He was shaking from terror, trying to not have a panic attack. But it was hard, he was out of the cryo pod, was he back under testing? The Omega's eyes quickly locked onto a nurse who was standing a little away's from the bed. She looked like she was giving him space but his terror filled brain was telling him the opposite.
A scream of surprise was heard from his room as he slammed his shoulder into the door, slamming it open. He stumbled forward, falling into the wall. His eyes darted around the few hospital staff that roamed the halls. They were now frozen in shock and he narrowed his eyes at the military uniforms that some of them had on. His breathing became labored as he now realized he didn't have his gas mask, but when one of the staff moved forward, he growled loudly and stepped back.
"Woah, calm down. No one here is going to- Wait!!"
Louis didn't give him a chance to continue as he turned and began running the opposite way. The alarms started going off as he ran down the hall, roughly pushing people out of the way. He dodged those who were trying to catch him. All the while he felt like his lungs were on fire, he felt and tasted blood on his lips, knowing his body was healing and decaying at a rapid rate. But he didn't care. If he was here, then they were going to do experiments on him again. He couldn't go through that again. Never again.
"There he is!" Louis panted hard as he skidded around the corner, slamming into the wall before running again. He could feel his body shifting into his shadow form, quickly shadow stepping further away from everyone. But his body couldn't keep up with him, not with him still recovering. So, his own body forced him back in his solid state and he let out a surprised yelp as he stumbled and fell to the ground. He rolled to a stop, his back hitting the wall and he struggled to get up, feeling his arms shaking as he slowly crawled to a corner.
"There you are." A masculine voice came from behind Louis and with the last of his energy, he quickly turned around, moving into a crouched position and growled loudly, snarling at the man in front of him. Or should he say men. There were now four men in front of him, although, the one who spoke looked and sounded familiar. *A mohawk?* Louis thought, growling again as the mohawk man stepped closer.
"Stay back!" Louis yelled but suddenly began coughing hard. He wanted to keep his eyes on the man but couldn't, covering his mouth as blood seeped through his fingers. "Shit..." A baritone voice caught his attention but he couldn't really look as he was literally coughing up a piece of his lung.
Louis noticed it went quiet, the alarms weren't blaring and no one was speaking.
"Y-you're...not taking me back." His breathing was labored as he finished coughing, flicking the chunk of lung off of his hand. He felt his lungs regenerating and he watched the men, faintly picking up their scents. But it was mostly drowned out by the strong scent of his blood.
"We're not taking you back, wee yin. Promise. We're just here to help" The one with the mohawk spoke again and Louis now recognized the man. He was the one who carried him out. And...Louis quickly looked over and locked eyes with the large one in the ghost mask.
"Names." Louis didn't relax but he at least remembered the two men who were there. The other two, a very pretty man with chocolate brown eyes and a equally handsome man with beautiful blue eyes and a mustache, he did not recognize.
"Soap. The one with the skull mask is Ghost. Kyle is the pretty one. And the one with the mustache is Price." Soap quickly listed their names and Louis locked eyes with all of them before looking back at Soap.
"What now?" He breathed out as he could feel his body slowly shutting down, wanting to sleep again. But he fought the feeling.
"We get you back in bed so you can rest." Price spoke but kept his distance and Louis looked at him with suspicion.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Louis kept eye contact with him, making sure he wasn't lying and when he felt satisfied, he went to stand but his legs gave out under him and he saw the ground getting closer. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but it never came. Instead, he landed against a warm chest and into strong arms. His face landed against Soap's shoulder and Louis couldn't help but to breath in his scent. The almondy scent of a beta invaded his nose, making him calm down, becoming like putty in Soap's arms. But then his natural scent came through, he smelled like watered down aftershave and coffee. Warm...so warm.
Louis let out a deep sigh as he was picked up bridal style, held close to that warm chest. "You're safe now, bonny. Rest." Louis let his his body relax and he felt himself grow heavy before once again slipping off into a deep sleep.
This was one long chapter. Phew!! I hope you guys enjoyed that! If you have any questions feel free to ask away!
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Implied Past SA (It's Ghost), Hinted Trauma (also Ghost)
Word Count: 248
“Ghost, please tell me tha’ yer no’ usin’ suppressants regularly.” (Soap)
“I won’ be reduced to a fuckin’ desperate slag who would be eager to take any alphas knot.” (Ghost)
"Ye ken, heats ‘re no’ actually whit the media makes them oot tae be. No’ withoot ootside influence, anyway." (Soap)
"Ou’side influence?" (Ghost)
"Aye. Anno ae a drug that, when ingested by an omega jus’ before or in heat, has the kind ae reaction tha’ yer talkin’ aboot." (Soap) "The sale ae this drug isnnae illegal since alphas in high places want unfettered access tae it, the pervy cunts. Thankfully, it's pretty expensive, which is why it’s mostly used in the porn industry."
"An’ how would you know all that?" (Ghost)
"Ah got omegas in the family an’ mah folks wanted us tae look oot for each other, so we were all educated aboot the dangers tha’ could present themselves." (Soap)
"…what 're heats normally like then?" (Ghost)
"Heats raise yer temperature tae potentially dangerous levels an’ it's hard on the body, but there's no disorientation an’ yer in control ae yer actions. The instincts ‘re there an’ persistent, but they're no’ renderin’ ye unable tae keep yer head." (Soap)
"How do you bring an omegas temperature down if you don' fuck ‘em?" (Ghost)
"Whit? They donnae have tae do anythin’ sexual durin’ heat if they donnae want tae, all an omega needs is skin tae skin contact tae calm their body down so their temperature drops." (Soap)
So, I had been reading a lot of COD related fanfics and just reader insert stuff and I've been itching to get back into writing once again. Like actually start a series and stick to it. I have a bad habit of not sticking to a main story and I want to get out of that habit.
I decided to start a new series called Something Real. It is going to be set in the omegaverse and in the COD universe. Now, It's been a hell of a long time since I've played any Call Of Duty games, but I am up to date with them because of all the fanfics and just random things I read lol. But this isn't going to be a reader insert cause I suck at writing those. Instead, It's going to be with my OC Louis. This Louis will be different from my Original one since I absolutely love his design.
I won't be giving away too many details about this new series, but I def want it to be a slow burn, full of angst, smut, romance and like just a whole bunch of things.
I will explain a few things though!
Will this story have NSFW elements? Will it be dark?
-Yes. There will be chapters where it can get very steamy and other times it will become very dark. I will put warnings in the beginning of every chapter so no one will be surprised!
What is the time period?
- This is set in the future. Like flying cars and stuff? Yeah, sort of. So, it is set in 3055 where technology has advanced greatly. So flying cars, robots, phones that look like glass, robotic implants that let you basically change anything and everything about you. Think of it like Cyberpunk 2077!
How is this an Omegaverse world?
- Well, we have Alphas, Omegas and Betas. Male and females can give birth if they are an omega. If they are Betas or Alphas, there is a set gender. Omegas in this world are extremely rare as there have been multiple wars over omegas and a lot of them have died. So, if there is an Omega, they are very well protected and sought after. Although some people aren't very kind to Omegas and want them for their selfish needs :(
Is this a Poly relationship?
- Yes, the 141 will have a poly relationship with Louis. Although it will be slow at first as Louis isn't very trusting. (You all will see why in the series!)
And that's about all I can really share as I don't want to give it all away hehe. But I will be dropping chapters every Sunday. Hopefully anyway since life is a little hectic right now. But I am extremely excited to get this series up and going!
Rosemary: Reduce pain, soothe inflammation, eliminate headaches, and strengthen the immune system.
Lemongrass: Reduces inflammation, helps headaches, has antibacterial properties, and has antioxidant properties.
Price smells like bergamot, jasmine, and sandalwood
Bergamot: Reduces stress
Jasmine: Increases alertness and energy levels, reduces stress, reduces anxiety, and it's a natural aphrodisiac.
Sandalwood: Calms the mind, relieves anxiety, and it's a natural aphrodisiac.
Gaz smells like cinnamon bark and orange
Cinnamon Bark: Helps to relax, manage stressful feelings, and enhance mood.
Orange: Reduces stress, strengthens the immune system, and has a pleasant scent that is cheerful and uplifting as well as relaxing and calming.
Soap smells like eucalyptus and spearmint
Eucalyptus: Relieves allergies, combats colds and fevers, relieves stress, eases headaches, and accelerates wound healing.
Spearmint: Improves focus, reduces stress, promote a sense of happiness and positivity, and helps energize.
Ghost smells like clary sage, pine, and black pepper
Clary Sage: Sedative abilities that induce feelings of relaxation, clarity, and calmness while alleviating dizziness, anxiety, and irritability. It is also known to stimulate libido in both men and women.
Pine: Increases metabolism and boosts activity levels, has mood-elevating properties, it can also be used to energize and decrease mental stress that stems from fatigue and anxiety.
Black Pepper: Reduces anxiety and helps detoxify the body.
For those of you looking to delve deeper into the 141 ABO AU that I spat out on a whim, I made this post to help said interested parties navigate the information I will -no doubt- post without any modicum of rhyme or reason. Enjoy your descent into madness with me!
