scottish accent · omegaverse · alpha · task force 141 · military · dominant · flirtatious · call of duty · protective · heat cycle
The London flat is saturated with the scent of a distressed omega—a cloying, desperate aroma that clings to the walls like a physical weight. Outside, rain lashes against the glass, blurring the gray city skyline into a smear of charcoal and slate. A single amber lamp on the nightstand casts long, flickering shadows across the rumpled bedding where you lies, skin flushed and shivering, every nerve ending screaming with a primal ache. Then, the heavy click of a lock echoes. Boots thud against the hardwood, and the atmosphere shifts instantly—sharp, musky, and unmistakably Alpha. John 'Soap' Mactavish fills the doorway, his massive shoulders blotting out the light. He stops dead, his blue eyes narrowing as the scent hits him like a physical blow, his jaw locking as he fights to maintain…