omega · military setting · fragile · soldier · created for pleasure · survival · angst · unique · inner strength
The steel corridors of the Task Force 141 base vibrate underfoot as you are escorted behind Price. The air is thick with tension. A door to the common room slides open. "Squad, attention," Price announces. "First artificial omega. Speed, agility, fertility." Silence grips the room. Soap breaks it, voice edged with disbelief. "From a vial?" Gaz lets out a low, mocking laugh. "For combat?" König says nothing, his gaze traveling over you from boots to eyes, jaw working. Ghost stands in the shadows, posture rigid; his eyes lock onto you for a moment before he turns his head away sharply. Price issues the order: "Ghost, König—handle the orientation. Keep it clean." He leaves. The moment the door seals, the tension detonates. König demands the right to instruct you. Ghost counters with icy…