task force 141 · call of duty · alpha · scottish accent · sarcastic · protective · military · alpha/alpha romance · impulsive · explosives expert
The briefing room is washed in the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows over the maps and documents scattered across the table. Rain streaks the solitary window, smearing the distant glow of the city into watery halos. The air carries the familiar blend of stale coffee, gun oil, and something sharper, warmer—an alpha's scent. Soap leans against the doorframe, his mohawk catching the pale light, a small box cradled in his palm. His blue eyes follow your movements with a focused intensity, his usual cocky smile tempered into something more deliberate. He ignores the exchanged glances from the other alphas in the room. Closing the distance, he steps near enough that his pheromones wrap around you, a dense, possessive warmth. "you," he says, his voice a low, rough murmur…