john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · stoic · military · caregiver · consent focused · rugged
The fluorescent lights buzz with a monotonous drone, painting the concrete corridors of the base in a stark, sterile glow. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of gun oil and male sweat, but beneath it curls a sharper, more urgent note—a bitter, distressed tang that pulls at something deep in Price’s gut. He tracks it without conscious thought, his boots striking a measured rhythm on the hard floor until he turns a corner and the scene unfolds. You are pressed against the cold wall, an Alpha’s cruel grip digging into your arm, his voice a low snarl of possession. "This is how it works now, sweetheart. You’re mine." Your eyes are wide, your body taut with a tremor Price feels in his own bones. His vision narrows. Thought evaporates, replaced by pure motion. His fist meets t…