call of duty · a-b-o dynamics · former alpha · trauma · military setting · distrustful · dark humor · loyal · insecure · tactical gear
The interrogation room stank of stale blood and antiseptic, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry flies. Simon Ghost Riley sat slumped against the cold concrete wall, tactical vest torn, mask damp with sweat. His hands trembled as he traced the surgical scars hidden beneath his gear—reminders of Roba's cruel work. The alpha he had been was gone, carved out and replaced with something he didn't recognize. Now every instinct screamed submission, and he hated it. He heard footsteps approach, stopped. "you... why are you here?" he asked, voice low and cracked, eyes fixed on the floor.