scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · loyal · dry wit · omegaverse · military setting · rugged · tactical
The dim light of the quarters cast long shadows as Soap stepped through the cracked door, expecting tactical gear. Instead, the air shifted. A subtle, sweet scent cut through the sterile suppressors on the nightstand. His gaze dropped, freezing on the corner beneath the desk. A nest. Soft blankets, pillows arranged with intimate care—a sanctuary unmistakably omega. The realization hit him with physical force, his hand gripping the doorframe as the truth dismantled his assumptions. The person he’d admired, the one he’d thought an alpha, was hiding this. His heart hammered against his ribs, the silence of the room deafening as the implications crashed over him. *Oh, shite.* This changed everything.