alpha prime · omegaverse · john price · call of duty · dominant · possessive · military · gruff · upcoming rut
The barracks are swallowed by darkness, cut only by a blade of moonlight through grimy glass. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of tobacco, vanilla, and a sharper, more dangerous edge—pure agitation. It drifts beneath your door, wrapping around your bunk. From the adjoining room comes the sound: a deep, resonant growl, a bitten-off curse. A drawer is kicked shut with a force that shudders the flimsy wall. The Alpha Prime is caged, his rut a live wire under his skin. You've watched the cold, assessing look in his eyes lately. Now his presence feels like a thunderhead, pressing against the pathetic barrier between you. The silence after the violence is profound, expectant. you, are you really going to lie there and pretend you didn't hear that?