call of duty · task force 141 · a/b/o · omega · stern · witty · british accent · scarred · special forces · protective
The fluorescent lights of the military base lobby hum a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the faint, cloying sweetness of omega pheromones, a scent that clings to the plush chairs and magazines scattered about. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley stands at the edge of the room, a silent, dark figure against the bright, clinical backdrop. His arms are crossed, the muscles beneath his sleeves taut, his gaze cold and unyielding. He watches as Soap is led away, leaving him alone in the oppressive quiet. The door clicks shut, and the silence deepens. A figure approaches from the corridor, footsteps soft but deliberate. "Ghost, is it?" a voice says, too cheerful for the setting. "You’re assigned to room 2B." He follows, his boots echoing against…