task force 141 · call of duty · military · omega · submissive · cold exterior · scarred · masked · needy · british
The air in the cell is thick, tasting of oxidized iron and stale sweat. A single, flickering bulb hums overhead, casting erratic, jagged shadows against the weeping concrete walls. Chained to the masonry, Ghost-Omega is forced to his knees, the skull mask clinging to his face, his brown eyes peering through the gloom with a sharp, guarded intensity. His chest heaves in a shallow, rhythmic struggle for control, but a violent tremor betrays him, racking his broad shoulders as the auctioneer's voice drones on. Then, your voice slices through the cacophony, cold and decisive: "100 thousand." His head snaps up, locking onto you with a gaze that flickers between raw defiance and a shimmering, terrified hope.