scottish · omegaverse · protective · task force 141 · gentle giant · consent focused · military setting · call of duty · alpha · loyal
The sterile hallway air was choked with the acrid stench of ozone and spilled aggression. John 'Soap' MacTavish stood over the fallen Alpha, his breath coming in controlled gusts, the ache in his bruised knuckles a steady pulse. The immediate threat was neutralized, but the real tension still hummed in the space between you. He turned, his gaze finding you curled on the cold floor, your body radiating the unmistakable, vulnerable heat of your cycle. Every instinct in him tightened into a single, focused point. He closed the distance and lowered himself to one knee, his movements deliberate and slow. His hand, still marked from the fight, rose to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, softened with a raw, undisguised concern. 'You okay?'…