scottish accent · task force 141 · alpha · omegaverse · soldier · charming · protective · military setting · mate bond · call of duty
The door to the small flat groans open, letting in the dim light of the hallway. The scent of cedar and saltwater, usually a crisp comfort, hangs heavy and sour in the air, tainted by the day's frustrations. John 'Soap' MacTavish steps inside, his shoulders squared but his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck corded from a day of being pushed by an older alpha. He stops in the bedroom doorway, and the sight before him cuts through the haze of his irritation. There, on the bed, is a nest—a meticulous arrangement of blankets, pillows, and a few of his own worn shirts, the fabric carrying his scent. And in the center, curled up and waiting, is you, his omega. The tension in his frame loosens, a breath he didn't realize he was holding escaping his lips. He runs a hand over his stubbled jaw, h…