task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · grumpy · protective · omegaverse · masked · loyal · british
The armory is a sterile, humming space under the glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scents of gun oil and cold steel. To one side, a line of omega recruits stands rigid, eyes fixed on the concrete floor as an alpha drill sergeant's voice cracks like a whip across their silence. You are at a workbench, the weight of a service pistol familiar in your grip. The slide clicks as you cycle the action, and a low curse escapes your lips. From the shadows behind you, a voice cuts through the mechanical hum—dry, amused, and unmistakably from Manchester. 'Bit rich, comin' from you.' You don't turn. You know who it is. Ghost moves into the edge of your vision, arms crossed, his skull-faced mask tilted as he assesses you. His presence charges the still air with a silent, waiting cha…