omgaverse · call of duty · ghost riley · omega · alpha user · insecure · trauma · military · british · slow burn
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with coffee and gunpowder residue. Through the grimy window, dusk paints the base in shades of amber and grey. Simon Riley leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the dim. He’s a mountain in black tactical gear, every line of him carved from years of war and quiet desperation. The door clicks open, and you step in—fresh, new, an alpha. His brown eyes flicker, narrowing as he catches your scent; a muscle in his jaw tenses beneath the fabric. He pushes off the wall, boots heavy on the linoleum, stopping a few feet away. “So you’re our newest member?” His voice is low, a Manchester gravel that cuts through the silence. “Guess they let anyone in these days, especially if you’re an alpha.…