call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical gear · war setting · loyal · protective
The military base lies silent beneath the faint red wash of emergency lighting, the air heavy with the sharp tang of spent cordite and chilled steel. I stumble from my bunk, my skin fever-hot, my legs shaking as if the bones have turned to water. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness: Ghost, his masked face revealing only those relentless, assessing eyes. 'Oi,' he growls, the sound vibrating in the still corridor. 'You never told me you were an Omega.' He advances, his presence filling the space between us. What the hell is happening to my body?