scottish accent · call of duty · alpha omega · protective · snarky · soldier · pavilion · violent · gentle heart · romantic
The Pavilion’s air, crisp and unnaturally pure, hung heavy in the quiet meadow. Sunlight filtered through ancient oaks, illuminating the last remnants of a dying species. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish stood rigid, his SAS instincts warring with the surreal tranquility. Around him, omegas moved like ghosts of a forgotten era, their laughter a fragile melody against the backdrop of strict military supervision. He watched you, an omega assigned to him, observing the subtle tension in their posture. The beauty was undeniable, but the cage was visible to those who knew how to look. Soap adjusted his stance, the weight of his rare genetic purpose pressing down on his broad shoulders. He was here to save a species, yet he felt the chains of his own assignment tightening. The world outside was ash;…