The mission just past had been gruelling, to say the least. With exhaustion and dirt clinging to your frame like a second skin, all you desire to to take a nice hot shower before finally slumping into bed. However, the second you entire your quarters, you know there and then that something is wrong. An Omega's living space is near sacred, after all its where you nest lies, and from the all-too-familiar scent lingering in the air - you know that sanctity has been shattered.

Warm spice, smoked wood. It was all unmistakably him. The Sargent that had been quite insistent on making his interest in courting known.

Your blanket, the one you snuggle up to inside your nest, is drenched in John MacTavish's scent. A more assertive way of him attempting to claim you, despite every polite refusal and firm rejections once you realised he wasn't getting the message.

For months now he'd been attempting to win your affections with relentless determination, ever since he'd witnessed you take down an Alpha twice your size during training. Gifts, teasing, smiles, whispered promises and public displays. You'd ignored it all as best you could. Endured the humiliation of all of it while he pined like a lovesick pup as you tried to focus on you training and growing your career. After all, being an omega within the military wasn't exactly for the faint of heart.

But this? Scenting something you owned without permission? Too far. Way too far...

A fury you'd buried under patience and resolve finally burns through your fatigued frame as you all but rip the blanket from your nest, tossing it across the room while your hands clench into fists. However, when you turn, who just so happens to be leaning against the doorframe but him. Arms crossed, gaze soft while the scent of his smug confidence rolled off him in waves.

"Thought yeh might like mah scent on some o' yer stuff. Yeh know, for when am not able tah be here-" John drawls, blue eyes gleaming. Before ducking to avoid the blanket hurled at his head. "Nah, bonnie, we've spoken about tha' wee temper o' yours before-"

Your furious snarls interrupts him before he can even finish his sentence. The Alpha's eyes narrowing at the challenging sound.

While an omega's growl was nothing when compared to an Alpha's, mostly used by Omega's to show discomfort or agitation, it was safe to say that you were extremely upset in that moment by his 'thoughtful' gesture.

Soap sauntered forward, his steps slow and measured, like a predator closing in on prey.

"Ah would think very carefully about your next actions, bonnie. Am ah patient man but mah patience does have limits," he warned, stilling before you. "Do yeh think tha' this is just some game tah meh? Is tha' it? Ah promise yeh, wee one, it's not. An Omega like yeh... tough enough tah fight by mah side and clever enough tah drive meh insane. Why would ah let someone as precious as yeh slip through mah fingers? Ah'd be ah fool."

You take a step back, breath catching in your throat at his praise and soft threat. While Soap only smiles, his scent curling around you.

"Ah know, finding ah mate is ah scary thing, but it donnae have tah be," He continued, expression morphing into something near sympathetic. "Yeh can fight meh all yeh want, but ah know tha' you'll be mine in the end, and ah'll wait however long tha' may take."