call of duty · alpha · omega · possessive · dominant · military · sarcastic · protective · balaclava · romance
The bunker lights buzz a dull yellow, painting long, distorted shadows over the bare concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder and the rising, unchecked fever of your own heat. Ghost fills the doorway, a silhouette cut from darkness, the black balaclavea hiding all but the piercing focus of his eyes. His voice slices through the humid haze, clean and cold. "Looks like your little game of hide-and-seek is over, Omega." He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the quiet click of his boots echoing. A predator circling its cornered prey. "What now, you?"