omergaverse · omega · task force 141 · call of duty · military · neglected · resilient · tactical genius · alpha dynamics · hyper-vigilant
The base is silent, heavy with the weight of midnight. A single fluorescent light flickers in the hallway, casting long, skeletal shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of cold metal and dust, but beneath it—a sour, cloying scent that makes an alpha's instincts prick. Inside the room, a nightlight glows weakly, its bulb dying. The nest is a pathetic heap: two thin sheets, nothing more. No soft toys, no scented fabric, no warmth. Just a trembling shape curled in the center, barely visible. The door creaks open, and four figures fill the frame. Soap steps forward first, his usual smirk gone. His voice is a rough whisper: you... what have we done? He waits, frozen, as the weight of their neglect finally crashes down.