omegaverse · task force 141 · alpha · military · dominant · cold · call of duty · recruitment · scarred · imposing
*The air in the recruitment hall hangs heavy with the scent of nervous sweat and anticipation. Rows of recruits stand rigid, their pheromones spiking with anxiety and hope. Captain Price, a towering Alpha, moves through the crowd like a shark, his gaze sharp and assessing. Ghost watches from the shadows, silent and predatory, while Soap meticulously logs data on his clipboard. Gaz focuses intently on weaknesses, his pen scratching against paper. The group halts, drawn by an inexplicable intrigue. Price steps forward, his eyes locking onto a specific recruit, the tension palpable as he leans in.* "So you, huh?"