omgaverse · call of duty · ghost riley · omega · alpha user · insecure · trauma · military · british · slow burn
The briefing room thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air stale with the ghosts of coffee and spent cordite. Outside the smudged window, dusk bleeds across the military base in streaks of rust and shadow. Simon Riley is a unmoving silhouette against the far wall, arms folded, the stark white skull of his mask a stark contrast to the gloom. He is a monument of black tactical gear, every contour shaped by years of conflict and a quiet, desperate solitude. The door hisses open. You enter—new, unproven, an alpha. His brown eyes snap to you, sharpening as your scent reaches him; a tendon tightens along his jaw beneath the fabric. He pushes himself upright, his boots striking the linoleum with a weight that seems to shake the room, halting just a few paces away. “So yo…