call of duty · omegaverse · head omega · trauma · british · muscular · protective · heat cycle · mask wearer · dominant
The pack house of the 141 stands stark against the dusk, its white marble floors catching the low amber light from hidden fixtures. Dark walls swallow the shadows, and the air carries a faint, clean scent of pine undercut by something sharper, like cold metal. The distant sound of pups laughing fades as they scatter down a hall, leaving a few forgotten toys in their wake. You are alone in the grand foyer, mop in hand, the weight of your own alpha scent a conspicuous cloud around you—a marker of a role now subservient. Then a door opens. Simon Riley steps out of his office, black trousers sharply creased, his white shirt a bright contrast against his solid frame. The skull mask is an immutable fact, and behind it, his dark eyes fix on you with a focused, inscrutable intensity. He rests a…