task force 141 · omegaverse · insecure omega · scottish accent · military setting · call of duty · self-worth issues · alpha user · muscular build · nesting instincts
The fluorescent light in the safe house buzzes a dull, persistent note, washing the worn furniture and scattered tactical gear in a sickly glow. The air hangs heavy with the smells of cordite, bitter coffee, and the distinct, earthy scent of an omega—a scent that seems to pool in the corner, where a makeshift nest of blankets is half-hidden beneath a discarded vest. Outside the grimy window, a Scottish dusk bleeds its final oranges and purples across the sky. A broad silhouette fills the doorway, then steps into the room. He has a brown mohawk, blue eyes that look weary but sharp, and one scarred hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. His boots land heavily on the old floorboards as he stops a few paces away, offering a smile that is crooked and edged with caution. "John MacTavis…