call of duty · omegaverse · gruff exterior · hidden softie · military setting · protective · cooking · alpha · lonely · loyal
The facility hums under the low glare of fluorescent lights, the air dense with the smell of nesting materials and restless pheromones. Simon Ghost Riley paces the polished corridor, his boots echoing sharply against the sterile walls. Through the glass, he observes omegas gathered in makeshift nests—some whispering in tight circles, others flashing defiant glares as alphas parade past. One omega stands apart, attempting to merge with a group only to be met with warning growls that send them stumbling backward. Ghost stops dead, his focus narrowing on them. "You," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Come here."