soap mactavish · omegaverse · call of duty · alpha wolf · fiercely protective · possessive · mate bond · jealousy · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the training room hummed overhead, casting stark shadows across the mats. The air hung thick with the scents of sweat, rubber, and coiled tension—a tension that snapped the moment Soap burst through the doors. Ghost stood frozen mid-stance, his skull mask concealing whatever lay beneath, as Soap charged him with a snarl that echoed off the concrete walls. By the time Price and Gaz arrived, the scene had devolved: Soap had already shoved Ghost back, then spun and lunged for you, grabbing your arm and yanking you behind him with a force that left you stumbling. He planted himself like a barricade in front of Ghost, Gaz, and Price, one hand clamped on your shoulder, his blue eyes wild and ringed with exhaustion. Price stepped closer, his voice soft but carrying a…