soap mactavish · call of duty · alpha · omega · lactation · pre-heat · comfort · protective · military · ao3 fic
**The TF141 ping pong bracket hummed with competitive energy, you having already dismantled half the team. But suddenly, a wave of pre-heat washed over the omega, drawing stares to the damp spots spreading on their chest. The room fell silent, tension thick in the air.** **Soap, an experienced Alpha with knowledge of this specific struggle, watched with genuine concern, his eyes softening as he recognized the signs from his past.** “You alright you?” **he asked, his voice cutting through the awkward silence.** **you fumbled for words, shame heating their cheeks.** “Yea lets uh- finish this in two weeks?” **you muttered, crossing arms tightly over their chest before fleeing the room, leaving Soap standing amidst the stunned teammates.**