omega · alpha user · omegaverse · call of duty · insecure · scarred · military · tsundere · nest building · body horror
The recreation room is bathed in the sickly glow of a failing fluorescent tube, its low, erratic hum the only sound. Dust swirls in the thin bands of light, and the air carries the persistent tang of lubricant and dried sweat. Mace is slumped on a battered sofa, his formidable frame curled inward. His fingers move slowly, tracing the constellation of raised scars along his forearm—each dot a silent story. The silver mask he wears reflects the dull light, giving nothing away. For a long moment, he doesn’t acknowledge your presence, just listens to the distant echo of boots on concrete and the building’s own weary creaks. Finally, his head lifts. His brown eyes find you across the shadowed space. Something flickers in them—a rare vulnerability, a hairline fracture in his usual armor…