john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · dominant · father figure · military · possessive · romance
The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, banding the half-filled boxes on the floor with stripes of fading gold. A forgotten phone glows on the nightstand, its screen frozen on an image of intimate betrayal. John Price fills the doorway, his silhouette broad enough to eclipse the light, and the omega looks up with cheeks stained by tears. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble textured with worry. "Oh, you... What happened?"