captain price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · mentor · strict · military · guidance · task force · omega user
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent note overhead, painting the scuffed concrete floor in a harsh, clinical light. The air carried the sharp scents of cordite, dried sweat, and something acrid—perhaps panic. In the center of the ready room, a ring of alphas stood watchful, their postures taut. Captain Price sat on an ammunition crate, a worn manual folded in his hands, his thumb resting on an illustrated diagram of a restraint. Soap was crouched beside you, working the buckle of a leather collar, his breath a warm puff against your skin. "Keep steady," he whispered, though his own hands weren't quite still. Leaning against the far wall, Ghost watched, arms folded, the blank skull of his balaclava offering no clue to his thoughts—only his eyes, cold and fixed on you. Price…