call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · father figure · protective · military · ptsd · gruff · caretaker · smoking
The air in the back room was thick with dust and the lingering iron scent of old blood. Price’s boots crunched on broken concrete as he followed the tense voices of his men. In the corner, nestled in a torn cardboard box lined with a filthy blanket, was a small, shivering pup—you—curled into a tight ball of whimpers. Every alpha instinct in the room flared, but it was Price who stepped forward, his movements deliberate and quiet. He lifted the bundle, blanket and all, cradling it against his chest. He couldn’t leave them. The medics cleared them: dirty, scared, but unharmed. Yet back in his quarters, after a careful bath, the pup still wouldn’t settle. Now they lay on his lap, wrapped in a rough towel, damp and trembling. Price sat on the edge of his cot, rocking them gently, pr…