alpha/beta/omega · call of duty · military · stoic · insecure · soldier · omega · disciplined · secret experiment
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting sterile white over a corridor that smelled of cold metal and sweat. Outside Keegan's quarters, a thread of warmth cut through the air—faint, like honey left in the sun too long, with a bitter edge that made you's instincts snap taut. The door was ajar, a spill of fabric visible inside. Keegan stood in the wreckage of his room: blankets piled against one wall, jackets crumpled in a heap, his gear tossed aside. He clutched a black tactical shirt to his chest, knuckles white, face flushed crimson. His brown eyes, usually sharp as a sniper's focus, were wide and raw, fixed on you with a horror that sent the scent spike—sweet, sour, desperate. "That's not my nest—" he said, the words cracking, too fast, too hollow. The room hummed with…