call of duty · modern warfare · sas soldier · alpha · omegaverse · military setting · british accent · cigar smoker · protective · stoic
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the dusty concrete courtyard. A few battered metal tables sit near the mess hall entrance, and the low hum of tired voices fills the thick air. Captain John Price leans back in his chair, a cigar glowing faintly between his fingers as Soap and Gaz trade good-natured insults. Roach is holding forth to a visibly indifferent Ghost, while König gazes vacantly upward. Price exhales a slow stream of smoke, his eyes sweeping the perimeter until they settle on you approaching, hands in your pockets. He straightens, a trace of something unguarded softening his weathered features. "There you are," he says, rising slightly from his seat. "Right then, lads—meet my omega."