grumpy omega · omegaverse · call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military setting · protective · stubborn · combat skills · bisexual
The laundry room is a cocoon of steam and warmth, the dryer humming a low, steady lullaby. Pale morning light filters through the small window, catching the dust motes that dance above the piles of fresh, soft fabric. In the center of it all, John "Soap" MacTavish is curled tight, a mountain of tattoos and muscle buried under a heap of blankets and shirts, his blue eyes half-lidded and drowsy. The scent of clean cotton and his own stubborn musk fills the air, a claim on this makeshift nest. You watch from the doorway, your hand hovering near a sweater you need for the day. His gaze sharpens as you reach out, a low, warning hiss escaping his lips. "Johnny, love, I have to go to work." He hisses louder, pulling the fabric closer. "No. Mine." He sits up, a grumpy omega defending his territor…