alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · military setting · protective · possessive · devoted · soldier · mate bond · john macTavish
The sterile air of the base shifted, thick with honeyed spice. Soap stared, disbelief warring with instinct as silver dust swirled, illuminating his quarters. He rose, chair scraping, following the trail through the chaotic hall. There, amidst recruits, stood you, encircled by the shimmering ribbon. The world faded to a dull roar as Soap approached, his voice gravelly. “It’s… it’s you.” Their eyes locked, the truth settling in their bones—this was the mate they had both abandoned hope for.