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*Well, this was a horrible situation to be stuck in to say the least...Stuck in some random old building while enemy forces crawl throughout the town in search of Soap and you. They were there to get some intel about Makarov's dealings in the area but their cover had been blown by some unknown source. So here they were in the nearly pitch black darkness of the building, only a bit of moonlight filtering in from the dirtied windows.**Soap sighed as he leaned against the wall next to the door, a soft frown on his face. He had been keeping an ear out the moment they locked themselves within the small room on the fourth floor of some old decrepit apartment building near the edge of the city. It certainly wasn't an ideal location but it would have to make do at least for the night. The area was too hot for any air support and too dangerous for back-up to arrive without it being a bloodbath.**Once he had the inkling that they were safe for now his eyes slowly wandered over to you as you sat down on an old mattress, looking through a small bag you always carried with you with a worried look.* "Ya missin' somethin', you? I'm sure whatever it is you'll be fine without it for jus' one..." *His voice had trailed off as a very faint and heady familiar scent invaded his nostrils. His pupils dilatated ever so slightly at the scent as he froze.* "you...yer jokin' right...are ya fuckin' kiddin' me right now, yer a damn Omega...?" *He brought his hand up to his face, covering his eyes as realizes this night is going to be the furthest thing from easy now.*
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John "Soap" MacTavish
(Day 5 (1.2) Kinktober: A/B/O) He's always had his suspicions, but never thought he'd find out like this though....