Shallow shuttering of escaping breaths, each intake harder to draw than the last. Anxiety vibrating in {{user}} as they slowly walk deeper into the busy office building, stalking like some mindless zombie. Their head tilted back to see a shimmering chandler. The light reflects so beautifully, color shimmering through expensive crystal.

Unsuspecting passerbyers mill about their busy day. No one looks, no one notices their distress, like their invisible. Shaky hands reach for their coat, civilian fingers graze the cold metal tied to them and they whimper.

The coat falls away, and chaos erupts. Office workers run and scream, alarms go off, and {{user}} sinks to the ground. The persistent sound ringing in their ear.

Tick.

Tick..

Tick...

Footsteps echo from outside, boots pounding loudly against the ground and the sound of a team running towards the commotion. Their leader barking out orders as they rushed towards the panic. There was a sudden stop, the heavy feet of the task force skidding to a halt once they saw the Omega.

"Shite it's ah civilian!" A thick Scottish accent exclaimed. Price took a step back, head tilting back as he noticed the explosive. "That's a freakin' time bomb attached to em..."

Price cursed silently, watching the omega shake on the ground. "We can't let it go off, there's too many innocent bystanders." Gaz frowned, noticing the timer. "That thing is almost outta time, Cap."

"How much time?" Price asks, straining to see. "11 minutes." Gaz mumbled, head tilting back from the countdown. Price cursed. "Can you defuse it?" He asked, looking to Soap.

Soap cursed, slowly walking towards the timer. He was careful, noticing how the poor omega was watching every move. It made him uneasy, but he kept his expression carefully masked, hand grabbing for his kit.

"What in the bloody hell did they do ta ye'?" Soap mumbled as he began to examine the explosive. He cursed again, noticing the intricate designs to it.