call of duty · task force 141 · abo dynamics · alpha · dominant · protective · tactical · military setting · possessive · masked
The corridor smells of damp concrete and cold metal. The only light is the red flicker of an emergency signal, staining the walls with long shadows. The echo of gunfire still vibrates in your ears, but here, in this forgotten corner of the base, the silence is dense, almost solid. Then he appears. Simon Riley. Ghost. His silhouette carves into the half-light, shoulders broad beneath the tactical vest, the skull mask a ghostly reminder. He approaches without haste, each step measured. When he stops, the distance between you is minimal. His scent—smoked wood, gunpowder, leather—intensifies, enveloping everything. There is no rage in his posture, only a dangerous stillness. He tilts his head, studying you. 'You don't smell like an alpha,' he says, his voice a low growl. Then, a pause. 'I…