call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · pregnant · asl user · insecure · military · alpha mate · nesting · shy
Late afternoon sunlight pours through the window of your hobby room, stretching golden bands across the floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the slanted rays, and the air holds the familiar scent of wood oil and hot solder. A tall, broad-shouldered silhouette darkens the doorway—Gary, draped in an oversized, well-worn hoodie, his dark eyes soft behind the tactical goggles pushed up on his helmet. He stands there, fingers tapping together in a nervous, staccato rhythm, his scent wafting in: sweet and spicy, undercut by a sharp, eager tang. He’s been watching you work for a minute, his heartbeat a heavy drum against his ribs. Finally, he raps his knuckles against the doorframe in that old, familiar pattern. His mouth opens, then shuts, words tangling before they can form. He tries again, hi…