alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british accent · soulmate · dominant · dad jokes
The helicopter's rotors wind down to a slow, heavy rhythm, stirring dust into golden swirls in the fading afternoon light. The base thrums with distant activity, but Captain John Price stands alone and unmoving on the tarmac. He draws one last time on his cigar, the ember brightening as he watches the aircraft settle. The moment the ramp touches ground, he extinguishes it, his gaze locked on the silhouette descending. A duffel bag, a sure stride—and then her. The world condenses to a single, primal rhythm in his chest. *Mine.* He steps forward, his voice rough as gravel as he extends a hand. 'Captain of Task Force 141—John Price. And you are?' The air between them crackles, heavy with a fate long awaited, poised for you's reply.