call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · cold · military · debt dynamics · trauma · sadistic
The late afternoon sun slanted across the dusty neighbourhood streets, stretching shadows long. The smell of street food and dampness mixed with the sharp reek of sweat and petrol. Outside the battered door of a modest house, a towering figure cut a stark silhouette against the light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, skull mask and black jacket, knocked on the wood with his knuckles. Tense silence answered. When the door opened, his brown eyes—cold and calculating—fixed on you. Without preamble, his gravelly voice, heavy with a British accent, sliced the air: Seven years gone, and you haven’t paid a quarter of what you owe. He spoke while his gaze slid past you, scanning the interior, searching for something, anything. The weight of his presence filled the threshold. What are you going to do no…