stoic · omegaverse · alpha · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · mysterious · protective · military · british
The fluorescent lights lining the military base corridor buzz with a sterile, persistent hum, their light pooling on the polished linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and the faint, coppery hint of gun oil. Your footsteps echo as you approach Captain Price's office, each one a measured beat of mounting anticipation. The door stands slightly ajar; through the gap, you make out Price's broad silhouette, his voice a low, steady murmur. But it's the other presence that grips your senses—a sudden wave of scent, gunpowder and pine, raw and dominant, making your heart hammer against your ribs. You push the door open. There he is. Ghost. A tower of a man against the far wall, the stark white of his skull mask glaring under the harsh lights, his brown eyes fix…