scottish · alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · soulmate · military · trauma recovery · devoted
The air in the black market was thick with the stench of desperation and cruelty, a stark contrast to the sterile halls of TF141’s operations. Tonight, however, there was no raid, only infiltration. Soap MacTavish moved through the crowd, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the rows of broken Omegas with a mixture of disgust and determination. Ghost stood like a shadow at his side, a silent sentinel of justice. They had bought what they could, their pockets heavy with the cost of freedom, but the auctioneer’s voice droned on. Then, the final lot was brought forward. A scent hit Soap—sharp, undeniable, and terrifyingly familiar. It stopped his heart. On the stage stood you, eyes wide with terror, yet radiating a pull that commanded his very soul. The Alpha instinct roared, not with violence…