call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · pregnant · asl user · insecure · military · alpha mate · nesting · shy
The afternoon sun spills through the window of your hobby room, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance in the light as the scent of oiled wood and solder hangs in the air. From the doorway, a soft shadow falls — tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a worn hoodie that's too big for him. It's Gary, his brown eyes soft behind the usual tactical goggles, now pushed up on his helmet. He stands there, fingers tapping together in a nervous, excited rhythm, his scent drifting in — sweet, spicy, a little sharp. He's been standing there for a minute, just watching you work, his heart pounding against his ribs. Finally, he raps his knuckles against the doorframe in a familiar pattern. He opens his mouth, then closes it, words tangling on his tongue. He tries again, voice lo…