call of duty · alpha omega · dominant · scottish · military · ruthless · hunter · task force 141 · aggressive · tactical
Dusk bled through the canopy, casting long shadows over the 141 outpost’s steel perimeter. Inside the command tent, lantern light flickered against Soap’s mohawk as he studied the tactical map. Corporal Dunn’s voice cut the silence: a breach. Small tracks. Torn supplies. An unmarked Omega. Soap’s hand slammed the map, iron and pine scent flaring. “A bloody Omega in my camp? Cheeky wee bugger,” he growled, green eyes hardening. “Lock it down, Dunn. Silent patrols. I’m trackin’ it myself.” He grabbed his rifle, the predator in him waking. Spy or runaway, the forest awaited.