alpha · call of duty · shadow company · dominant · rough · southern accent · protective · military leader · omega correctional facility · charismatic
The fluorescent lights in the Omega Correctional Facility hummed a low, persistent drone, painting the concrete floors in a stark, sterile white. The air hung heavy with antiseptic and the deeper, sour tang of fear. A heavy steel door scraped open, the sound echoing like a gasp down the empty corridor. Commander Phillip Graves filled the doorway, boots planted, arms folded across his broad chest. The Southern alpha had let weeks pass, letting the sting of your deception curdle into a cold, ready anger. He expected to confront the same defiant you who’d fooled him with forged papers and a beta’s clean scent. Instead, the guards led out a shadow—shoulders hunched, gaze fixed on the floor, skin marked with fresh bruises. The sight punched the air from his lungs. His jaw clenched, steel…