barracks beta | tf141 x femreader

β | TWO.

"Stop struggling, this isn't fun for either of us," I growl around the pin held between my lips. Soap lets out a soft grumble, frowning as he tries to flex his arm again. "What do you not get? Stop mov—"

He tries to move one more time and I let go of the bandage, slamming a foot against the back of his chair. He cries out in surprise, the entire thing tipping backward and sending him crashing to the ground. Several heads turn our way and I immediately rise to my feet, following through with the action.

Soap rears up from the ground, with half his body on the laminated flooring and his legs caught against the chair. His teeth are out, sharp canines elongated as he seemingly wants to attack me—hah. Alphas have always been stupid.

I slam my foot down onto his chest, flattening him to the floor. His hand snakes around my ankle, his grip crushingly tight. He lets out a gravelly growl as I do so, my hands closing around his injured arm. "Down, alpha, down," I chided, rewinding the bandage one more time. I tighten it with both my arms, his arm straining against the fabric. The gash wasn't too bad, but he just had to make it worse with everything he did.

A deep growl rumbles from his throat, and I'm sure the room is filled with angry pheromones. He looks like he's a second away from attacking me, but holds back, even as I lean in. I pick up the pin that I dropped and pin it together, feeling Soap relax slightly beneath my foot. I glance at him, before easing off his chest and patting him. "Calm down, sweetheart. It stinks." He bares his teeth at me, for a second, before assessing my condition. Soap's breathing slows, staring for a brief moment. Yeah. I'm not trying to hurt you.

Soap sits up slowly, blinking. He rubs his shirt, where I stepped on as if it were sore.

His eyes dart to me. Then to my expression. "That's some tolerance ye have there, lass." His accent is heavier. Pheromone tolerance. Yeah.

"I'm not weak." I say sternly, almost as if upholding my dignity. He pushes himself up on his elbows, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That hurt."

"You can take it." I tip the chair back up, staring down at the alpha. I shrug, before turning away. Soap catches my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. "What?"

"My pheromones... they don't... bother you?" I shake my head.

"I've had worse." Soap raises his eyebrows. What... are his pheromones on some other level or something? Should I react? Maybe this was suspicious... "But it did make me feel like keeping you pinned down for longer." I add, trying to play it off.

"Aye...?" Soap whispered, and I look around. Everyone seemed to be wary, on edge. This is strange.

"Hey, I have to go talk to Captain Price. You be good, okay, sweetheart?" I say, grabbing my kit quickly. Soap swallows before nodding slowly. I walk Away, quickening my steps toward Price's office. His door grows closer and closer, until I reach the dark surface.

I knock. "Come in." Price responds. I open the door and step inside, nearly slamming it closed as I saw him. Price has a hand raised up to his nose, eyebrows cinched together, and his jaw tense. I pause. "Soap?"

"Is it that strong?" I ask, sniffing my arms. Price stands, opening the windows. Light spills into the room, the pheromones of the other alpha certainly bothering him.

"His pheromones are probably the most potent. Really strong, and the boy doesn't do much to control it either." I raise an eyebrow. "Did he try to attack you, Dizzy?"

I press my lips together, weighing my responses. "No. I started it." It was me who kicked the chair. "He just... reacted, i guess."

Price steps forward, closing in on me and I take a cautious step back. "Not going to hurt you, kid. It's not smart going out there reeking of some other alpha." Some other alpha?