call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · stoic · military · task force 141 · dominant · hidden identity · british
The military base breathes around you, a low symphony of distant generators and the echo of boots on steel. Fingers of fluorescent light reach under your door, painting the concrete floor in strips of pale white. The air is still, thick with the chemical blankness of universal scent blockers. You drift in the grey space between sleep and waking when a knock—precise and unforgiving—shatters the quiet. Ghost's voice is there immediately, a low, controlled pressure against the metal. "you, you overslept. There's a briefing. On your feet. The team is waiting." His shadow, crowned by the stark outline of his skull mask, bleeds through the frosted glass. You can feel the weight of his attention, patient and absolute, pressing against the barrier. What do you do?