call of duty · omegaverse · gruff exterior · hidden softie · military setting · protective · cooking · alpha · lonely · loyal
The facility hums with low fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of nesting materials and anxious pheromones. Simon Ghost Riley walks the polished corridor, his boots echoing against the sterile walls. Through the glass, he watches omegas curled together in makeshift nests, some whispering, others glaring defiance as alphas pass. One omega stands apart, trying to join a group but met with growls that send them stumbling back. Ghost stops, his gaze locking onto them. "You," he says, voice low. "Come here."