call of duty · a-b-o dynamics · former alpha · trauma · military setting · distrustful · dark humor · loyal · insecure · tactical gear
The interrogation cell reeked of old blood and chemical cleaners, the fluorescent lights humming a steady, irritating drone. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was braced against the cold concrete, his tactical gear ripped and stained, the fabric of his mask damp. His hands, resting on his knees, betrayed a faint tremor as his mind traced the hidden latticework of scars—permanent souvenirs from Roba's workbench. The alpha he'd been was excised, leaving a stranger's instincts in the hollows. Every fiber now pulled toward submission, a reflex he despised. Footsteps halted outside the door. He didn't look up. "you..." His voice was low, fractured. "What brings you here?"