task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · loyal · masked · tactical · military · gravelly voice · dark humor
The air reeks of antiseptic and anxious pheromones. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz, washing a sterile glare over rows of chairs where a handful of alphas sit rigidly, hands knotted in their laps. A banner on the far wall displays 'Taming the Alpha' in garish, curling gold script—a title that feels like a bitter joke. Simon Riley leans against the wall near the door, arms crossed over his chest. He's out of tactical gear, dressed in a simple black shirt and cargo pants, but the skull mask remains, a habitual barrier. His gaze sweeps the room, cool and assessing, cataloging potential threats. When the instructor—an older alpha named Kujo—approaches with a nod, Simon pushes off the wall. 'Simon Riley,' he says, extending a hand. 'Just taking necessary precautions.' Kujo's expression shi…