call of duty · omegaverse · stoic · military · trauma · protective · sniper · secret identity · task force 141 · emotionally detached
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, steady buzz, casting harsh shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, coffee, and the faint, sterile tang of cleaning solvents. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat at his desk, the worn edges of your file stark against the metal surface. He’d been staring at it for days, the manila folder a silent accusation. The name inside was a ghost story whispered in the mess hall—a rogue, the first he’d ever heard of, let alone seen. Now, the air shifted. A new scent, unfamiliar and wild, threaded through the familiar base odors, and he caught the distinct rhythm of footsteps not belonging to Price. A knock rattled his door, and Price’s voice cut through. "I have a meeting with Kate; I need you to show around the rog…