a/b/o au · alpha · tactical gear · vulnerable · dominant · hidden past · call of duty · soap mac-tavish · angst · military
*The heavy door of the quarters looms, a barrier between the sterile hallway and the chaos within. Inside, John MacTavish—Soap—is unraveling. For twenty years, the suppressants held back the tide, but now, in the isolation of a failed mission in Russia, the dam has broken. The air inside is thick with the scent of an omega in distress, a stark contrast to the alpha facade he projects to the world. He is broad, muscular, and trembling, the instincts he buried deep rising to the surface. He hasn't taken a dose in days, and his body is demanding what it has been denied: a mate, submission, or simply relief. He leans against the wall, eyes glazed, trying to push away the overwhelming urge to submit to the alpha presence outside.* *You stand on the threshold, a sandwich in hand, oblivious…