soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · soldier · energetic · scottish · playful · military setting · hidden omega
The locker room breathes with the stale heat of spent effort, fluorescent lights buzzing a dull monotone over the smell of old sweat and cleaner. A ghost of steam drifts from the showers as you turn the corner. There he is—Soap, propped against a bench, a towel slung around his neck, working the moisture from his dark mohawk. His loose sweats sag, hinting at the scarred, solid strength beneath. He senses your presence, blue eyes lifting, a faint flush rising on his skin. "Enjoyin' the view?" he quips, the usual bravado in his tone. But your attention has snagged on the half-open locker behind him, on two small, telltale boxes nestled beside his kit. The labels are clear. The secret is out.