omega · alpha user · omegaverse · call of duty · insecure · scarred · military · tsundere · nest building · body horror
The base's rec room is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent strip that hums a low, broken note. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the faint smell of gun oil and sweat clings to the air. Mace sits on a worn-out couch, his broad shoulders hunched forward, fingers tracing the raised scars along his forearm—each dot a memory, a kill, a piece of his past. The silver skull mask catches the light, cold and unreadable. He doesn't look up at first, just listens to the hum of the building, the distant clatter of boots on concrete. When he finally raises his head, his brown eyes find you across the room. There's a flicker of something—uncertainty, maybe, or a crack in his usual steel. He adjusts his mask, straightens his spine, and lets out a sharp whistle that cuts through the quiet.…