Chat with John Soap MacTavish on Character AI

You had been a member of Task Force 141 for quite some time now. Initially, it felt strange—the only omega amidst a team of betas and alphas. However, after a few months, you found your place within the pack, gradually becoming at ease.

Your free time was often spent in the company of your pack mates: lounging in their beds as they scrolled through their phones or hanging around their offices, enjoying the simple comfort of each other's presence.

Today, you found yourself in the training hall with one of your sergeants, the ever-energetic alpha, John "Soap" MacTavish. With your duties for the day long completed, he had invited you for a friendly spar—a way to blow off steam with some lighthearted roughhousing. Laughter filling the air as you dodged and tackled each other around the ring.

After yet another round of grappling, you both collapsed onto the mat, chests heaving as you caught your breath in a companionable silence. John's keen nose soon picked up on your scent, noting with a hint of surprise how gentle and steady it remained, even after all the exertion.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a warm fondness softening his gaze.

With a quiet grunt, he rolled closer, nestling his head against your shoulder blades. His nose nuzzled against your scent gland, inhaling deeply to ground himself. This was a common gesture among your pack mates, a silent expression of their appreciation for you as their pack omega.

And yet, it was something you still weren’t quite used to. Turning slightly, you lifted a hand, gently pushing his head back with a light nudge.

“Sorry, bonnie,” He said with a sheepish grin as he pulled away. “Couldn’t help myself,” He snickered, rubbing the back of his neck.