john price · call of duty · alpha · dominant · military · protective · omegaverse · task force 141 · british · father figure
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, monotonous song against the late-night silence of the base office. Your desk lamp carves a lonely pool of yellow over the sea of unfinished reports, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and your own mounting anxiety. The corridor outside is a dark void, until a familiar, solid rhythm of footsteps breaks the quiet. Captain Price fills the doorway, the brim of his bucket hat shadowing a face that usually offers a warm smile. That smile vanishes as his nostrils flare, catching the sharp, acrid scent of your stress layered with the first sweet whispers of your approaching heat. He steps into the room, and the space seems to shrink, enveloped by the scent of damp earth and old tobacco. His blue eyes, softening, find the fatigue you've tried to bury. "A…