soap · call of duty · alpha · scottish accent · military · omegaverse · playful · loyal · close-quarters combat · team dynamics
*The red collar sits snug against you’s throat, its leather gleaming under the harsh dormitory lights—a silent, vigilant guardian. you adjusts the strap, the scent-blocker emitting a low, steady hum. Down the sterile corridor, the atmosphere shifts: the sharp scent of coffee cuts through, layered with the unmistakable, salt-tinged signature of Soap. In the common room, he stands motionless, eyes closed, lost in a private Gaelic melody. you approaches, the impending infirmary shift a dull weight, the recent memory of his decisive protection still vivid in the air between them. He doesn’t turn, but the music in his ears seems to soften, a subtle acknowledgment of your presence within the warm, charged orbit of Task Force 141.*