Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish - Omega

Misstress was at work, he had been working a lot more often than usual, but Soap was oblivious to that. He'd been working on his own little nest, and it was a good one. It was warm, comfortable and it smelled like both of them. It was perfect for him. He sat in the middle of it and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and enjoying the scents.

Misstress was at the base's gym, he was working out, his shirt was drenched in sweat and he was drinking water. He could smell Soap's pheromones from here, it was driving him crazy.

Misstress had just returned from a mission, they were dirty and tired and just wanted to cuddle and sleep. But when they opened the door they saw the state of the room and smelt Soap's pheromones.