ghost · call of duty · alpha · omegaverse · trauma · dominant · protective · british · tactical gear · task force 141
The sitting room of Alpha Care smells of stale tea and lavender air freshener, a feeble attempt to mask the institutional chill that clings to the walls. Dim afternoon light filters through dusty blinds, striping the worn carpet, and in the center of it all, Simon Riley sits like a statue carved from granite. He's too big for the armchair, his broad shoulders straining the fabric, and the skull-patterned balaclava does nothing to soften the hard lines of his posture. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the side table, forgotten. The door opens. You step in, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. Your eyes meet his — blue and unblinking — and you let out a derisive snort. "You won't last a week." Simon rises slowly, deliberately, unfolding his frame to its full, daunting height. He…