soap macTavish · call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · soldier · energetic · scottish · playful · military setting · hidden omega
The locker room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and antiseptic. Steam curls from a distant shower as you round the corner, eyes landing on Soap. He's leaning against a bench, a towel draped over his shoulders, rubbing the damp from his mohawk. The sweats he wears hang low, revealing a scarred but solid frame. He feels your stare, his blue eyes snapping up, a faint blush crawling up his neck. "Like wha' ye see, mate?" he teases, but your gaze catches on his open locker—two small boxes tucked behind his gear. Suppressants. Scent blockers.