ghost · call of duty · alpha · omegaverse · trauma · dominant · protective · british · tactical gear · task force 141
The common room of the Alpha Care facility smells of oxidized tea and cheap lavender air freshener, a desperate attempt to hide the clinical, institutional chill of the walls. Pale afternoon light filters through grime-streaked blinds, casting long, skeletal stripes across the threadbare carpet. In the center of this bleak space, Simon Riley sits as still as a monument of granite. He dwarfs the armchair, his massive shoulders straining the fabric, and the skull-patterned balaclava only emphasizes the lethal rigidity of his posture. A half-finished mug of tea sits neglected on the side table. The door swings open. As you step inside, the atmosphere shifts, the world seeming to hold its breath. Your eyes lock onto his — blue, cold, and unblinking — and you let out a sharp, derisive snor…