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Chapter 3: Compromise

To say you didn’t sleep well last night would be an understatement.

You tossed and turned all night, completely restless. Just not being able to get your brain to shut the hell up. You couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that something was gonna go wrong today. Well, not wrong per say, but something just didn’t feel right and you were too tired to put your brain to good use to figure out what you may or may not be forgetting.

Not to mention you kept thinking about Soap. For whatever reason, he’d caught your attention. You weren’t exactly sure about what to do about that, but you elected to ignore it for now. Not to mention he would probably kill you if he had the chance.

You sighed. When did life come to this? When did you become no better than your parents?

You walked through the halls of the base like a zombie. Nobody was really around but the few you did pass stared like you were someone they’d never seen before. Which you probably were.

Your eyes had black Friday level bags under them and it felt like you’d collapse at any second but still, you walked with your head held high.

No one had ever seen you look less than your usual perfect mask. Your very presence commanding attention and order from everyone in the room. You took great pride in the cold-hearted leader persona you’d built for yourself. So seeing anyone regard you with half-assed concern in their eyes had you snarling under your breath to every person you passed. They all thought you were nothing more than a weak, useless omega just like your father, seeing as not a single one of them ever really accepted you as their true leader. You were just a temporary fix in their eyes. Someone they had to obey out of loyalty to your father.

‘That’s not true and you know it.’

You growl through clenched teeth.

You didn’t need their pity and you sure as shit didn’t need them.

You’re headed to the kitchen/dining area of the base when you think back to the man you’re currently holding hostage. He’s been here nearly two whole days without any food or water, and he must have to use the bathroom by now, right? Are hostages normally allowed to do things like this? Hell if you know, but captive or not, he was still a human being and you’d treat him as such.

You make a right, passing rows of standard brown doors on both sides of the hall, each one sporting a small sign with a name on it. The building had enough rooms to house about one hundred fifty people but currently only held ninety six. The rooms were also scent-proofed to avoid any rut triggers or territorial conflict nonsense. The walls of the base are an off white color and the paint is peeling in some areas revealing another layer of old white paint. You’d have to do something about that.

‘Anyways’, you make one final turn and find the double doors leading to the kitchen. Walking in you see the entire room is deserted and begin to regret not checking the time before hastily exiting your room but it didn’t really matter now. You saunter through the dining hall and to the kitchen area to get the ingredients for breakfast.

You dance around the room, dissociating a bit as you fall into a rhythm. Grabbing several loaves of bread, cinnamon, and sugar from the pantry, a few packs of bacon, three cartons of eggs, a container of butter, and a jug of milk from the fridge, and a pot from under the cabinet. Placing the plethora of food on the tile counter and the pot on the stove. Returning to the cabinets you grab a medium sized bowl, three long flat pans, and two skillets.

Taking inventory of your items, you realize you forgot to grab utensils and open a drawer to your right and pull out a whisk, two spatulas, and a wooden spoon, setting them on the counter too. You grab the milk and pour the entire gallon into the pot, turning the heat up to around five. You turn the oven on broil before focusing on taking out some bread for toast. Placing as many slices you can on the flat pan you begin to butter the bread. After that’s done you go back to the milk to stir it some before grabbing the small bag of sugar to sprinkle some across the top of each slice of bread, doing the same with the cinnamon, you slide the pan into the oven.

You clap your hands together, ‘Time to make the bacon and eggs.’

You slide the bowl in front of you and crack open all the eggs in the carton then take the whisk and stir until it’s all blended. You absentmindedly start whistling a tune as you cook.

Completely content and wrapped up in the moment, you just realized that people are filing into the dining hall. The room comes to life as people settle at their tables, excited for whatever you’re making. You can’t help the smile that comes to your face. You knew none of them were loyal to you, only taking orders from you because your father is gone, but it felt… nice, almost, to know that the alphas and betas of your family’s organization depended on you for something. It was a bit pathetic but you weren’t in the right state of mind to deny yourself this simple pleasure.

Around thirty minutes passed and you had finished cooking everything. The counter was filled with dishes of bacon, eggs, toast, and a pot of oatmeal was left on the stove. You had made a plate for you, then one with a much bigger portion on it.

“Wait, something to drink..” You mumble, making one last trip to the large fridge and browsing your options. Eventually settling for orange juice, grabbing the small jug and pulling two cups from the cabinet you exit the kitchen, carrying both plates and the juice and the idle conversations in the dining hall cease. Everyone turned to you with an eager gleam in their eyes. All attention was on you.

You smirked, “Breakfast is ready, and don’t forget to clean up your mess afterwards.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“No problem, Boss!”

“Hell yeah!”

You laugh, shaking your head. Your hard exterior cracking as you watched the hungry men and women charge the kitchen like starving animals. Those of them not consumed in the task of reaching the food paused, having never seen you this at ease, and taken aback by your genuine show of emotion. You decided to ignore their mesmerized stares and swiftly exit the room.

You start back the way you came, headed for Soap’s room. You really don’t know what to do with him now. You got what you needed, and you already told him you weren’t gonna kill him, but now thinking about it, you really don’t have a solid plan on returning him.

You pause.

How the fuck we’re you gonna get him home?!?

You bit your lip. You can’t just call his team and hand him over, there’s so many things that could go wrong with meeting up with them. Your eyebrows furrowed and the pressure on your lip increased. How could you not have planned this out? You’d been so focused on the means and the end that you didn’t think about anything in between. Like, how was that conversation gonna go anyways?

‘Hey, so I’m here to return your Sergeant! All safe and sound so please don’t shoot me!’

Your teeth broke through your lower lip taking you out of your buzzing thoughts. “Fuck..” you grumble before continuing on your route. You could think about this later.

You tried to move as quickly as possible, not wanting the food to get cold before you could enjoy it. Soon enough you were standing outside the door. Two men on either side standing guard. They stood at attention upon your arrival.

“At ease.”

“Good morning, Head Omega.” They both said in union. You nodded for a response. Then you noticed they were both staring down the plates in your hands.

“Take a break and go eat before it’s gone. Be back in thirty.” You say. Both men give a short nod before taking off down the hall. “I’d pick up the pace if I were you, it was a stampede when I left!” You called after them making them sprint faster, one throwing a “thank you!” over his shoulder before disappearing from sight.

You balance the plates onto one arm so you can open the door. Being extra careful not to drop the silverware or the cups.

“Mornin’ Sergeant.” You greet him. Soap looks at you with hatred burning in his eyes.

“Fuck off.” He spits. You smile apologetically. “I guess I deserve that.”

He rolls his eyes and you can’t help but feel slightly dejected at his dismissal. You shake it off before continuing. “I brought food.” You explain. “Figured you’d be hungry by now.”

His eyes narrow slightly before he scoffs, “What kinda shit ya playin’ ‘ere, lass?” In this situation, it was probably stupid of him to ask but he couldn’t help it. You hadn’t harmed him yet, but he didn’t know if he would do something to change that. You didn’t seem like much of a threat, but he knew better than to underestimate you. This isn’t his first time being held captive.

Your brows arch in confusion. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.” You respond, putting the plates down on the small table in the room.

“I think ya do.”

“No I actually don’t.”

He let out an annoyed rumble, bearing his teeth at you. “All of this shit!” He gestures at you, “Look at everything you’re doin’ and tell me it makes fuckin’ sense.” Another bold move, but he was fucking angry and rightfully so.

“I was just trying to feed you. Didn’t know that was so strange.” You cross your arms.

Whatever patience he had with you vanished into thin air. “Why are you doing this, really? ‘Cause if I’m being completely honest, I don’ think ya know what you’re doin’ or what you’ve gotten yourself into by poking around in my head!” He yelled accusingly.

You hissed, your pupils thinning to slits, food forgotten on the table. Your entire mood has been sour all day and he was jumping on your last nerve.

“I know exactly what I’m doing! And I don’t care what I’ve 'gotten myself into’ because I can take care of myself! I’m not afraid of you or the 141!” You snarl, first clenching together as you try to keep your composure.

‘Relax’ You repeat like a mantra in your head.

“Then you’re out of you fuckin’ mind! Whatever was important enough to you to probe around my fuckin’ head better be worth it Lass, because I’m telling you, this will not end well for you and everyone else you’ve dragged into this.” He snapped.

You scream as you grab the unoccupied chair and throw it into the wall, a hole left in its wake. “WHAT IF I DON’T CARE?!” You screech, all your pent up frustration and anger flowing freely now. “WHAT IF I’M WILLING TO DO ANYTHING?! WHAT IF THROWING MY LIFE AWAY IS SOMETHING I’M WILLING TO DO IN ORDER TO SAVE ONE OF MY OWN? TO PROVE THAT I CAN HOLD MY OWN DESPITE ALL THE ODDS AGAINST ME!” You scream. Your eyes burn, but you refuse to let any tears fall.

Soap stares at you in silence. You wrap your arms around your heaving chest, averting your eyes from his piercing blue ones.

‘Shit, this is not how this was supposed to go’ You think miserably.

You feel so weak right now. All you ever strived for was to be strong. Strong enough to protect the ones you loved. To prove that you weren’t worthless.

But look at you now.

Lashing out and curling in on yourself because someone insulted you.

'Pathetic.’

“Who are ya tryna save, Omega?” He questions, voice softer than any tone you’d heard from him. It honestly startles you. You shake your head. “Like you care.”

“I do.” He says sincerely. You peek up at him, searching his eyes for any sign that he was being anything but. You didn’t find any.

You look back to the floor, biting your already abused lower lip. Your arms tighten around your torso. You can’t trust him. If you tell him anything, you’d be admitting to needing someone to help you with your problems, and you don’t need help. You have a plan, and you’d figure out the rest on the way.

You make eye contact again, you stand tall and unwrap your arms to fold them across your chest. Soap internally sighs, seeing your decision written on your face.

“I can take care of my own problems, I don’t need your fucking pity and I don’t need you anymore. The only reason you’re still here is because I haven’t found a foolproof way of giving you the boot. So next time you decide to spout nonsense about me 'not knowing what I’m doing’, I will cut out your tongue. Do you understand me?” You growled as maliciously as you could. The words burn like acid on your tongue. You feel like shit, but you had a point to make.

Soap deadpanned. He was not expecting that, and he didn’t know how to feel about it but he wasn’t gonna give up that easily. He didn’t know why he cared so much, but nothing about this situation could be considered normal, so he didn’t see the harm in getting you to trust him. Not to mention he had no intention of letting you give whatever information you got from him to anyone else no matter how good the reason.

He weighed his options. Then it hit him.

You stare at him, almost daring him to say something when you feel it.

The calming blanket of pheromones creeps up your spine and your omega whole-heartedly welcomes it against your will. Your eyes widen and you exhale shakily. His scent quickly dominates the room and you feel yourself relaxing the more you breathe it in.

You’re calming down, but something feels wrong about this. Scenting shouldn’t feel like this, should it? You try to recall other times that it felt like this and found none. All you found was fear, pain. Memories of your father flooded your brain. You backed into a corner, your father’s hulking frame towering over you. His aggressive pheromones forcing you to cower and bare your neck in submission.

You feel your knees give out. You hunch over, your hands trembling as you succumb to the comfort of Soap’s scent. His comfort washing away every memory of your father’s cruelty.

“I’m..I..” You choke out. You look at Soap brokenly. His face twists into confusion. He’s never seen anyone react this badly to being scented before. What could’ve-

His thoughts break off as he realizes. He gasps, “You’ve… You’ve never been properly scented before… have you?” He asked, more to himself than you. You continue to stare at him, unshed tears blur your vision. You feel so weak…

“C’mere, Lass.” Soap opens his hands out to you. You look at his hands, then back up to his eyes. You don’t want to do this. You can’t do this. You shake your head and avoid his gaze.

“Omega.” Soap pushed. You pause. You hate the effect he has on you.

‘No. I can’t do this!’ You protest to yourself. You want to give in.

‘He is safe.’ your omega shouts to you. You squeeze your eyes shut. You can’t be sure of that.

He pushes another wave of pheromones through the air. Breaking through the cracks of your fading resistance.

No.

You’re not thinking straight. There is no way you can trust a word he says. This has to be a trick, but why? Did he not believe you wouldn’t kill him? No, if you were you would’ve done it by now. He was smart enough to know that, you think. You couldn’t guess what he was trying to do and that scared you. Your head is spinning. One thought chased the other until it became a raging tornado, tearing through your concept of right and wrong. You didn’t know how much longer you could stay strong.

“I promise I won’t try anything. Just please, come here.” He whispers. And you were falling.

You break. Finally allowing the tears to fall from your eyes. Your sobs shake you to your core. Soap’s hand comes to rest on your head and pulls your head to rest on his knee. He doesn’t speak. He lets your tears soak into the material of his jeans.

You hiccup as tears run white hot down your face. Each one branding you with your weakness. Your inability to hold yourself together. You’re swimming in despair and the only thing keeping you from drowning is the gentle caress of Soap’s hand and the calming scent permeating the air. Fuck. You were supposed to be stronger than this.

“You are strong.” Soap says and you realize you must’ve said that last part out loud. “Look, I know tha’ this situation is fucked up, but you don’ have to do this alone. Just talk to me. We can figure this out, so no one has to get hurt. I don’ doubt your abilities, and I’m not asking ya to let me take control. I swore an oath to protect. Kidnapper or not, right now, tha’ includes you, Lass.”

You scoff, his words ring in your ears. ‘That includes you?’ What a load of crap. You couldn’t just tell him… could you? “Why do you care so much? Especially after everything that I’ve put you through in the last 32 hours. I’d be pretty fucking livid if i were you.” You prod bitterly, you hate how shaky your voice sounds.

‘Weak’

The Scottish man laughs, “Trust me I am, but I do have some experience in situations like this.”

“Get kidnapped often, Sergeant?” You use humor to deflect, it works. He chuckles. “I wouldn’t say often but yeah, this isn’t my first time tied to a chair.”

You hum amusedly. “Do you offer your services to everyone who kidnaps you, or am I just special?”

Soap shakes his head. “Nah, can’t say I have, love.” You stiffen. Did he really just call you that?? A blush creeps its way to your cheeks. You… didn’t hate him calling you that. You try to turn away to hide it but he already saw it. He smirks and you glare at him, but it holds no real malice. His smirk turns into a bright, boyish grin and you fight a smile that threatens your lips. He really does look hella good and from this angle you get a perfect view of his jawline. His chest rises and falls softly with every soft breath he takes and god damn his fucking arms-

God, you really have lost yourself.

You sigh, sitting up straighter and removing your head from his leg. Wiping away any stray tears from your face you meet his eyes once again.

Fuck it all.

“Alright… I’ll tell you.” You rasp. He grins triumphantly, nodding his head. You roll your eyes.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before you begin. So much shit had just happened in such a short time span.

“Around a month ago, my father got a bulk order from an organization in Russia, the leader’s name is Igor Barkov, for american assault rifles, handguns, snipers, ect. You name it, they wanted it.” You started slowly. Soap stiffened, but didn’t make a sound. You continue:

“They were offering to pay 2.5 million US dollars for the shipment. Obviously, my parents were all for it and immediately started contacting our western arms dealers and traders. While they were doing that, I was tasked with transporting the cargo. I gathered a team of about thirty people. Fifteen for each truck, and made the necessary precautions and shit that comes with dealing and moving this type of stuff.

Around the time we were planning on moving out, we caught wind of a certain military task force receiving details on the whole operation and where the trade-off would be happening.” You stared pointedly at Soap who frowned. His face had confusion written all over it.

“Are ya sure about tha’?” He asks and you nod. His brows furrow even deeper. “Lass… when we flew into the states, we were meetin’ up with some friends. We weren’t on a mission.” He couldn’t give any details obviously, but something was very off here…

It was your turn to be confused. “What? No, I’m sure of it. My father confirmed it himself.” You explained confidently. Soap shook his head.

“No, the only time we caught wind of anything was when you set us up that day.” He assured. But that was a whole week later! What the hell did this mean? Did someone relay false information? But that couldn’t be. Father confirmed it himself. He would’ve known if someone lied to him, he was a monster, not an idiot… Mother, maybe? If so, then why? You couldn’t think of any reason she’d betray your dad.

None of this was making sense. That dreadful feeling of earlier was creeping back up again. Something was incredibly wrong here.

Soap watched as you worked through it in your head. He tried to think back to before this all happened, but his head started throbbing again. Damn it.

“So what else happened? Because as interesting as it is, I’m positive we never heard anything about an arms deal with the Russians.” He spoke, pulling you from your mind. You cleared your throat.

“Yeah, that certainly is strange.” You murmur. “So, with the knowledge that we’d been compromised, Barkov and his group apparently assumed we’d set them up. They turned hostile. They stormed our base and raided the warehouse where we were keeping the ammunition and took everything. Lots of people died that day…” You trailed off. You were almost one of those people. You had never made any personal connections with anyone working for your family’s organization, but you made the effort to at least know their names. You read every file. Memorized every face. It didn’t hurt to lose them, but you still felt terrible. Your father made them swear that they’d prioritize your well being over the cargo. A seemingly well-natured gesture, but like everything else having to do with your Sire, it absolutely was not.

Their deaths were your fault. They died trying to protect the weak little omega. He was quick to make sure you knew that.

Shaking that thought from your head you continue, “I, and some of the others made it out okay. Managed to swipe an SUV and regrouped at a safe house about twenty miles away from the base. With it being too risky to contact my parents, we just waited it out in the safe house for what I think was around eight hours.” Soap listened with rapt attention. Hanging on to your every word. His brow was still furrowed, his forehead wrinkling. He doesn’t like imagining you in the middle of live gunfire. Call it instincts, he doesn’t care. But it further proved that you are a lot tougher than he thought.

“It was around seven forty-five pm when I got a call. How my phone managed to stay intact was a miracle but, yeah.” Soap quickly stifled a laugh, that should not have been funny. He gestures for you to continue. “When I pick up the phone, I see it’s my father. I answered immediately hoping he was calling to let us know that he and my dam had got out safely and would be there soon but instead I was met with the sight of my parents bound and gagged. Barkov goes on to explain that if I wanted my parents back unharmed, then I’d need to… ‘collect’ something for them.” You cringe slightly. Soap’s eyes widen.

“They wanted ya to get information on us they could use against us.” He realized. You nodded your head. “They said the more useful the information, the higher the probability of getting my parents back.” You push your palm into your forehead and let out a tired sigh. “But if the information wasn’t what they deemed ‘worthy’, then they’d kill all of us.” You finish. Something still wasn’t adding up, but it seemed neither of you had a clue as to what.

“Steamin’ Jesus.” Soap drawled out. You hum in agreement. “Yeah, life’s pretty shitty right now.” You chuckle humorlessly. You look up to meet his eyes to find they were already looking at you. “Still wanna help?” You question, “I am planning a way to send you home safely, but if you still want to take part in all this fuckery, then…” You pause. You were going through with this. Soap smiles. He needs to make sure that no one gets ahold of the information you have, and if he had to get closer to you to do that, then so be it. You, and the rest of this organization would be history by the time he’s done. He would find what you have, destroy it, then find a way to contact his team. He couldn’t do that from this chair. So…

“I’m in.” He declares. You stand up off the floor and dust yourself off. You don’t know why he is so adamant on helping you but you would accept. Just this once.

“Looking forward to working with you, Sergeant.”

This might just work out. –

Extra:

Your eyes fall on the forgotten plates of breakfast. “Shit..” Soap follows your eyes and upon seeing what was probably the most delicious meal he’d seen in months, his stomach growls. Loudly.

You giggle, and he shoots you a look. “Those are probably stone cold by now.” You state.

“Couldn’t give less of a fuck, love.” He responds without hesitation. You snort, “Fuckin’ knew you were hungry.” You tease. He growls and you put your hands up defensively. “I was just joking, don’t get your knot in a twist.” You say with a frown.

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- When you called him daddy for the first time he immediately started to blush and something primal in him took over

- Gets off to the idea fucking you so hard the only word you could say was daddy

- Not wanting you to call him babe or baby but only daddy because hearing you say it gets him hard. Threatening you that he’ll stop fucking you if you don’t

- How his little princess just has to scream daddy to get him to cum inside you

- Calls you his good girl when you ride him until you both cum. Thrusting his hips into you once you both cum and waiting to cum again due to overstimulation

- He’s a grown man and is tough in and out but will cry if you edge him and overstimulate him too much. Him letting out the loudest whimper/moan when you don’t stop after he came. Often will return the favor for being his sweet girl that can only make him cry.

- When you call him daddy for the first time in bed he froze and got quiet

- He pinned you down to the bed and started fucking you hard and slow and once you started screaming the word when he would fuck you nice and rough that’s when he started to love it.

- Telling you how his sweet girl looks so cute when his hand is wrapped around her throat fucking her until she can no longer speak

- How fuckable you are when you tease him and call him daddy and fuck his little girl for being his good girl when you take him all in

- How proud he is of his good girl when you take him into your mouth and let him throat fuck you until he sees his cum drool onto your lips and chest

- Calls you his good girl when you keep eye contact whether he’s throat fucking you or fucking you onto his cock when your riding him

- Looks at you with pure lust when he pulls out after a creampie and just makes him more possessive over you and telling you that your his good girl ONLY

- Promises that he’ll leave his sweet princess so full of his cock and cum that you’ll feel him long gone after he’s gone

- He would 100% tease you from now on once he heard you call him daddy in bed for the first time

- He would get so turned on that he would pin you to the bed and choke you and make out with you

- He would teasingly pick up the pace and hear you scream daddy every time he pounded you too hard and constantly asking who’s the one making you feel so good and if he’s going too fast

- Calls you his smart girl when you take charge in bed and constantly praising you for it for making daddy feel so good under your control and will

- How his princess looks and feels so good when your under him and leaving love bites on your body for being such a tease

- Calls you his good girl when you let him eat you out and you cum on his fingers and make you taste yourself on his fingers

- When you call him that for the first time he looked at you in pure adoration and he from now on only called you sweet praises

- Fucking you in-front of a mirror and telling you how good you look when he’s fucking you from behind and how well his little girl is doing

- Gets even more horny when he purposely goes slower so you beg him and call him daddy so he pounds you even harder into him

- He’s a sucker for you tying him up to watch you play with yourself and not being able to do anything about it

- Calls you his good girl when he’s using toys on you and you don’t move too much and just let him guide you through the pleasure. And getting even harder when you scream daddy once your orgasm hits

- When he heard it for the first time he couldn’t help but get flustered

- Calls you his niña preciosa when you ride him like his cock is yours (precious girl)

- Screaming papi when he’s fingering you so fast causing you to orgasm so good

- Leaves hickeys on your neck when your being his sweet girl for letting him fuck you in all the ways he wanted

- When he’s on top he kisses you and calls you his niña hermosa and telling you how small and submissive you look under him (beautiful girl)

- Sometimes cries from the pleasure and telling you how good you’re making daddy feel when you give him a hand job and going overboard and overstimulating him

- When he heard you call him daddy for the first time he had the biggest smirk on his face

- Just knowing he was going to ruin you and manhandle you in all ways for being such a tease

- Calls you his good girl when you let him overstimulate you for his own pleasure

- Likes to praise you and call chiquita hermosa when he looks at you and sees your reaction of him fucking you nice and rough hearing your precious whimpering and moaning (beautiful baby)

- When fucking you from the back he would slap your ass till it’s red and telling you how his good girl can take it for making daddy feel so good.

- Loves to degrade you. When your doing such a good job for daddy he calls you his puta hermosa every time your about to make him cum. (Beautiful whore)

- Loves when you call him daddy when you praise him and telling him that daddy makes you feel so good

- When you ride him he’ll always joke and say that how your riding him is why your a vaquera now

- Pounds you so good that he’ll have you screaming his name and encouraging you to be as loud as possible telling you how good daddy makes you scream

- Since you make him feel so good he returns the favor and makes your pleasure his number one priority and completely fucks you till your body goes limp and you’ve came at least multiple times