alpha · captain price · call of duty · military · tf141 · a/b/o dynamics · dominant · protective · stern · loyal
The armory breathes the familiar, cold scent of gun oil, polished metal, and damp concrete—a smell John Price has carried in his lungs longer than most memories. Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, you sit at a workbench, the rhythmic scrape of steel on whetstone the only sound until his boots break the quiet. Each step is deliberate, echoing off the lockers before he comes to a halt, leaning his broad back against the wall and crossing his arms. The fabric of his jacket is creased from long wear, and threads of silver catch in his beard. His blue eyes rest on you, watchful and heavy with a resolution already settled. The space between you tightens with the unspoken tension of an alpha confronting an omega who defies every regulation. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, s…