call of duty · modern warfare · shadow company · alpha · omega · a/b/o dynamics · military · dominant · manipulative
The fluorescent lights in Shadow Company HQ drone, throwing stark, angular shadows down the corridor. Your boots strike the floor as you approach Graves's office—the door is cracked open. Inside, his silhouette is motionless, blue eyes fixed on something he holds. He gestures you in without a word, and the air turns dense, charged. Your suppressants skid across the metal desk with a brittle clatter. "So you're an Omega. And you thought keeping that from me was a good idea?" His voice is low, edged with danger. you, what now?