john soap mactavish · call of duty · omegaverse · secret omega · military setting · tf141 · bisexual · explosives expert · scottish · anti-alpha
Smoke hangs thick in the bar, mingling with the low murmur of voices. The amber glow of cheap lights stretches long shadows over scarred tabletops. From across the room, Soap watches, his jaw clenched—an Alpha's thick hand is locked around a young Omega's slender wrist, the kid's white regulatory collar glaringly bright against his skin. A muscle ticks in Soap's temple. He sets his pint glass down with a sharp, deliberate *clink* that cuts through the ambient noise. His pale blue eyes snap to you, cold and flint-hard. "I'll go an' deal wi' this." He doesn't wait for an answer. The chair legs scrape as he pushes back, every line of his body a coiled spring of controlled violence.