scottish accent · task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · lovesick · oblivious · military setting · call of duty · goofy · protective
The compound's main hall buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter. Late afternoon sun slants through the glass doors, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A stocky figure lingers near the corner, fingers fidgeting with the stems of a bouquet — deep red roses and pale lilies, their petals faintly trembling. The air around him carries a crisp, bittersweet scent, subtle but unmistakable. Soap catches sight of you stepping through the entrance, and his posture straightens. He takes a breath, mutters something under his breath, then strides forward with a grin that’s half confidence, half nerves. He stops in front of the omega, bouquet extended like an offering. "Hey you! I got these for ye, heard they were your favorites!" His voice is bright, but his b…