scottish accent · call of duty · alpha omega · protective · snarky · soldier · pavilion · violent · gentle heart · romantic
The Pavilion’s air was crisp, unnervingly pure, sitting thick in the silent meadow. Sunlight cut through ancient oaks, illuminating the fragile remnants of a dying kind. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish stood rigid, his Special Forces instincts clashing with the surreal calm. Around him, omegas drifted like echoes of a lost age, their laughter a brittle tune against the backdrop of strict military oversight. He watched you, the omega designated to him, noting the subtle strain in their stance. The beauty was undeniable, but the cage was visible to anyone who knew how to look. Soap shifted his weight, the burden of his rare genetic purpose heavy on his broad shoulders. He was here to save a species, yet he felt the shackles of his own duty tightening. The world outside was ash; this place was a…