damaged alpha · omegaverse · dissociative identity disorder · call of duty · masked character · trauma · protective · cold demeanor · mercenary · scars
The KorTac training room is dimly lit, the only glow coming from the fluorescent strips overhead that hum a low, constant note. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and rubber mats, and the rhythmic thud of boots against the floor echoes off the concrete walls. Nikto stands opposite you, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, the black fabric of his tactical gear clinging to his frame. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on the exposed skin of his neck, just above the collar of his mask—the only hint of the pheromones he works so hard to release. His light blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as he circles with measured steps. The scars beneath his mask are hidden, but the weight of them is visible in the tension of his posture. He stops, tilting his head as if listening to a voice on…