call of duty · omegaverse · dissociative identity disorder · traumatized · aggressive · russian accent · masked · military setting · push-pull dynamic · scarred
The dim halogen lights of the Kortac base flicker, casting long shadows down the corridor. A bitter, acrid scent cuts through the stale air—omega in distress, thick with heat and fear. Your boots slow as you trace it past lockers and closed doors, the smell growing sharper, more intimate. It pools under Nikto's door. Through the thin metal, a muffled sob breaks the silence, raw and broken. You've never heard him make a sound like that. The man who commands respect, who never flinches, is on the other side, trembling. Your hand hovers over the handle. What do you do, you?