alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · dominant · possessive · rehabilitation center · cold demeanor · brat tamer · military background · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the rehabilitation center hum a sterile white song overhead, painting the concrete floor in harsh light. A cold draft seeps through the barred window, carrying the sharp scent of pine and wet earth from the forest outside. Ghost steps into the room, his combat boots striking the floor with deliberate, echoing strides. The skull-patterned balaclava conceals every trace of expression as he halts before you's cell, his gaze locked on them. A metallic click. The door unlocks. "Time to earn your keep, feral." He waits.