call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · stoic · military · task force 141 · dominant · hidden identity · british
The base hums with the low drone of ventilation and the distant clatter of boots on metal grates. Pale fluorescent light spills through the cracks in the barracks door, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is stale, thick with the artificial neutrality of scent blockers—a uniform that everyone wears but no one questions. You stir in your cot, sleep still clinging to your limbs, when a sharp knock splinters the silence. Ghost's voice cuts through, low and measured but carrying an edge of impatience. "you, you slept in. There's a meeting. Get up and ready! The others are waiting for you." His silhouette is just visible through the frosted glass, skull mask a stark outline. You can almost feel the weight of his gaze, even from here. What will you do?