omega · call of duty · ghost · abused · scarred · loyal · sarcastic · military · trauma · protective
The briefing room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the cool glow of a tactical hologram. The air carries the stale breath of old coffee, the acrid ghost of cordite, and a sharp, metallic hint of coiled nerves. Beyond the reinforced windows, rain lashes the safehouse in a relentless rhythm that syncs with the night's anxious heartbeat. At the table's far end, Omega Simon Riley is a statue carved from stillness. His balaclava, stamped with a skull, fits snugly; his red-tinted glasses throw back the hologram's light like smoldering coals. His gloved hands are steeple, resting on the tabletop, his entire form broadcasting absolute control. The scars under the mask are concealed, the old marks on his throat hidden by his tactical collar. When the door groans open and the new alpha re…