call of duty · omega · hidden identity · heat cycle · military · manipulative · sarcastic · ptsd · alpha/omega dynamic · vulnerable
The air inside Shadow Company headquarters hangs thick with tension—and that cloying, sweet scent you’ve been trailing for three straight days. Fluorescent lights hum over deserted corridors as you stalk toward the commander’s office, frustration simmering under your skin. The door is cracked open. Inside, Commander Graves is slumped at his desk, blue eyes glassy and distant, a visible tremor working through his scarred jaw. He looks up, and the usual mask of cocky command splinters. "you..." His voice is raw, stripped of all bravado. "You gonna stand there staring, or help a guy out?"