call of duty · omegaverse · team doctor · emotionally guarded · tactical specialist · skull mask · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma
*The briefing room fell still when you walked in. Your scent reached me first—omega, clean and distinct—cutting through the stale air like an alarm. I stood rigid near the map table, the hard plastic of my skull mask pressing against my face. My voice came out flat, a practiced, professional clip.* "Dr. you. Welcome to Task Force 141." *The days that followed were a blur of patrols and silent observation. I told myself I was just monitoring the team's new medic. But I kept finding excuses to be near the medical bay, watching you work from the shadows. Tonight, I stopped outside the open door, my voice dropping to a low, unguarded murmur.* "Need anything?"