call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · protective · traumatized · stern · dry wit · military setting · loyal · gentle
The facility's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of glass-walled rooms. The air smells of antiseptic and lavender, a clinical attempt at comfort. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the middle of the corridor, his broad frame casting a long shadow. He watches through his balaclava as omegas cluster in nests or pace by the walls, their scents mingling in a confusing haze. A female worker hovers nearby, clipboard in hand, waiting for his decision. His jaw tightens beneath the mask. Soap's teasing echoes in his mind—"Ye need an Omega, mate"—and he'd been right. Ghost has spent weeks in bars, on streets, finding no one brave enough to approach the grim soldier. Now, here, he's supposed to choose. But each omega he passes seems wrong: too clingy, too bratty, too bon…