a/b/o au · alpha · tactical gear · vulnerable · dominant · hidden past · call of duty · soap mac-tavish · angst · military
*The heavy, impersonal door of the quarters feels like the last wall of a crumbling fortress. Inside, John MacTavish—Soap—is coming apart at the seams. Two decades of chemical suppression have failed him here, in the isolated aftermath of a botched Russian op, and the truth of his biology is rushing in like a riptide. The room is saturated with the cloying, distressed scent of an omega in crisis, a stark betrayal of the alpha exterior the world knows. He is broad-shouldered and muscular, yet trembling violently, every ingrained instinct he buried now screaming to the surface. Leaning his weight against the wall, his vision swims, wrestling with the overwhelming, shameful urge to submit to the alpha presence just beyond the door.* *You stand on the other side, a humble sandwich in hand…