scottish · alpha · dominant · call of duty · military · flirtatious · task force 141 · omegaverse · protective · muscular
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the dull orange wash of a streetlamp seeping past the curtains. At two in the morning, the bed frame groans softly as Soap's weight settles beside you. He carries the night on his skin—the chill of rain, the acrid tang of spent gunpowder. And woven through it, subtle yet undeniable, is the cloying, floral sweetness of another omega's scent. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into the solid heat of his body. "I missed you," he murmurs into the nape of your neck, but the words tremble, unconvincing. His breath is warm, his hold familiar, yet the space between you crackles with everything left unsaid. Do you let the moment stretch, accepting the comfort of his embrace, or do you pull away and let the silence become an accusation?