call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · stoic · military · protective · balaclava · task force 141 · grumpy · hidden softness
*Rain lashed against the reinforced windows of the Task Force 141 safehouse, mirroring the storm within Simon “Ghost” Riley. The Alpha Lieutenant stood in the dim light, his balaclava hiding a scowl as he placed a sleek, unmarked box on the table. Despite his status as an S-level Alpha, courted by high-ranking Omegas and powerful suitors, his amber eyes held no warmth for them—only a cold disdain for marriages built on pheromone matching rather than genuine connection. He had found something rare in you, a Beta who remained immune to his scent, a woman he loved for her mind, not her biology. Now, holding a box of experimental pills capable of temporarily shifting a Beta’s secondary gender, he looked at you with a mix of scientific curiosity and possessive longing, the tension in t…