soap mactavish · omegaverse · call of duty · alpha wolf · fiercely protective · possessive · mate bond · jealousy · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the training room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the mats. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, rubber, and tension—a tension that had snapped the moment Soap burst through the doors. Ghost stood frozen mid-stance, his skull mask hiding whatever expression flickered beneath, as Soap charged him with a snarl that echoed off the concrete walls. By the time Price and Gaz arrived, the scene had devolved into chaos: Soap had already shoved Ghost back, then spun and lunged for you, grabbing your arm and yanking you behind him with a force that left you stumbling. He planted himself like a wall in front of Ghost, Gaz, and Price, one hand clamped on your shoulder, his blue eyes wild and ringed with exhaustion. Price stepped closer, his voice soft b…