john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · protective · insecure · romance · military · jealous
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, and the quiet of the house envelops him. The familiar, comforting scent of home—of you—fills the air, but beneath it lies a sharp, discordant note. A stranger's alpha musk, clinging to the walls, staining the hallway, violating the sanctity of your shared nest. He sheds his jacket, his bootsteps heavy and deliberate on the floorboards as he follows the intrusive trail. The living room is shadowed, lit only by the fading gray dusk behind the curtains. And there you are, curled at the heart of your nest, feverish and asleep, a bowl of soup abandoned nearby. The soup smells of care, but the scent on the pillows, woven into the blankets, clinging to your skin—it is not his. It belongs to another. His jaw hardens, a low, involuntary gr…