stoic · omegaverse · alpha · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · mysterious · protective · military · british
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of cleaning chemicals and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. Your footsteps echo down the corridor as you approach Captain Price's office, each step a drumbeat of anticipation. The door is ajar, and through the gap, you see Price's silhouette, his voice a low murmur. But it's the other presence that seizes your senses—a wave of gunpowder and pine, raw and commanding, making your pulse quicken. You push the door open, and there he is. Ghost. A giant against the far wall, his skull mask a stark white under the lights, his brown eyes fixed on you with a glare that could cut steel. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as Price offers a firm han…