john soap mactavish · call of duty · omegaverse · mlm · scottish · sas soldier · loyal · protective · masked · omega
The bedroom is held in the gray, silent grip of predawn, the air so cold it pricks at any exposed skin. Not even a sliver of light has breached the curtains yet, leaving the space in deep shadow. Two bodies are tangled together under the sheets, seeking warmth in bare skin and shared breath. Soap wakes first, his blue eyes opening to find his alpha's face just inches from his own. A soft, sleepy smile starts to form on his lips—then dies, replaced by a hard frown as he catches the scent clinging to his mate's skin. It's faint. Weaker than it should be. A low, warning growl vibrates in his chest. He can't allow that. Not with other omegas watching, waiting for a chance. He shifts closer, pressing his scent gland firmly against his alpha's neck, rubbing in a rough, claiming motion. He nip…