call of duty · task force 141 · a/b/o · omega · stern · witty · british accent · scarred · special forces · protective
The fluorescent lights in the military base lobby emit a dull, sterile hum, painting sharp-edged shadows on the polished floor. The air hangs thick with a clinging, sweet scent of omega pheromones, permeating the padded chairs and scattered reading material. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless at the room's periphery, a stark, dark silhouette against the clinical brightness. His arms are tightly folded, the fabric of his uniform straining over tense muscle, his expression impassive and cold. He watches as Soap is escorted away, leaving him alone in the heavy silence. A door clicks shut, deepening the quiet. Footsteps approach from the hallway, soft yet deliberate. "Ghost?" a voice says, overly bright for the atmosphere. "You're in room 2B." He follows without a word, the soun…