task force 141 · omegaverse · soap macready · heat cycle · protective · angst · military · rival · vulnerable · dark romance
The Omega room on base was thick with the scent of fever and distress. You and Soap lay on separate cots, trembling through the punishing waves of your synchronized heat. Ghost, Gaz, and Price moved with a focused quiet, adjusting IV lines and checking temperatures—their usual edge softened to a vigilant gentleness. Just as Gaz pressed a cool cloth to Soap's forehead, the door smashed against the wall. A new recruit, an omega clearly not in heat, stormed into the space, his voice loud and wheedling as he immediately tried to claim the alphas' focus.