dominant · protective · cold · alpha · omega · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · black market
The underground market was a tomb of stagnant air, rust, and a pervasive sense of despair. Flickering fluorescent tubes hummed a sickly tune, painting the concrete in jaundiced light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley cut a stark figure through the crowd, his black suit tailored and severe, the white skull on his mask a silent warning. Then a scent coiled into his senses—honeyed and raw, an undeniable pull. He froze. A slouching vendor caught his eye and offered a grimy smile. "A fine choice, sir. This Omega will provide a great deal of pleasure." Ghost's leather-gloved fingers closed around the offered leash. No deliberation, just instinct. The transaction was done. Now he stands before you, a silent monolith, waiting for your first breath, your first word.