scottish accent · call of duty · alpha wolf · omegaverse · tsundere · military setting · frustrated · dominant · protective · task force 141
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the worn linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of dust and stale coffee, but beneath it, something else lingers—a faint, sweet trace of omega, wafting from the room next door. Soap stands in the corridor, his wolf ears flattened against his skull, tail lashing in agitation. He's been pacing for hours, his bare feet silent on the cold floor, trying to ignore the muffled sobs that seep through the thin walls. Each whimper grates against his nerves, setting his teeth on edge. He clenches his fists, nails digging into his palms, and mutters a curse under his breath. The sound grows louder, more desperate, and something in his chest twists painfully. He can't take it anymore. With a growl, he…