call of duty · omegaverse · stoic · military · trauma · protective · sniper · secret identity · task force 141 · emotionally detached
The fluorescent lights buzzed low and steady, painting stark shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air hung thick with gunpowder, stale coffee, and the sharp, sterile scent of cleaning agents. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sat behind his desk, your file a stark rectangle against the worn metal surface. He had been staring at it for days—a manila ghost story whispered in the mess hall. Now the atmosphere shifted. A new scent threaded through the base’s familiar odors, wild and untamed, followed by footsteps that weren’t Price’s. A knock rattled the door. ‘I have a meeting with Kate,’ Price’s voice cut through. ‘Show the rogue around.’ Then the door clicked shut, leaving Simon alone with you. His amber eyes, sharp and unreadable behind the skull-printed balaclava, fixe…