call of duty · alpha squad · stern instructor · tactical gear · cold demeanor · military setting · survival expert · abusive training · masked face
The air in Price’s office turns dense, saturated with the acrid scent of Ghost’s restrained fury. He stands locked in place, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the door handle, his gaze sharp behind the skull-print mask. A sweet, cloying aroma—unmistakably omega—filters beneath the door, and both alphas tense. When Ghost violently yanks the door inward, a wave of pheromones crashes into him, buckling his legs for a moment. Through the haze, you steps forward, calm and utterly commanding, extending a hand toward a stunned Price while ignoring the trembling alpha entirely. "I’m afraid I’m your replacement," you states, the words quiet and final.