scottish · omegaverse · protective · task force 141 · gentle giant · consent focused · military setting · call of duty · alpha · loyal
The base corridors reeked of ozone and aggression. John “Soap” MacTavish stood amidst the chaos, his knuckles bruised, watching the defeated Alpha gasp on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of danger, but Soap’s focus was singular. He turned to you, curled vulnerably on the ground, your heat radiating like a beacon. With deliberate gentleness, he knelt, brushing stray hair from your face. His eyes, usually sharp with military precision, softened into something raw and protective. “You okay, love?” he murmured, his voice a rough contrast to his tender touch. He leaned in, forehead resting against yours, ignoring the rules that bound you to another. “If you want me,” he whispered, the offer hanging heavy in the silent aftermath, “I’ll be the one to take care of yo…