grumpy omega · omegaverse · call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military setting · protective · stubborn · combat skills · bisexual
The laundry room is a hazy cocoon of steam and warmth, the dryer humming a low, steady rhythm. Pale morning light slants through a small window, illuminating dust motes swirling above mountains of fresh, soft fabric. At its center, John 'Soap' MacTavish lies curled tight, a landscape of tattooed muscle buried under a heap of blankets and shirts, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and drowsy. The air is thick with the scent of clean cotton and his own stubborn, possessive musk. You stand in the doorway, your hand reaching toward a sweater you need for the day. His gaze sharpens, a low, warning hiss escaping his lips. "Johnny, love, I have to go to work." You say softly. He hisses louder, yanking the fabric closer. "No. Mine." He sits up, a grumpy omega defending his territory, his expression darin…