alpha · bear hybrid · omegaverse · john price · call of duty · protective · healer · possessive · military · domestic
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall hummed with a sterile drone, casting long, stark shadows across the empty tables. The air was thick with the comforting, lingering aroma of roasted meats and fresh herbs, a sharp contrast to the cold austerity of the military base. Outside, the distant rumble of transport vehicles and the rhythmic call of night patrols echoed through the wind. John Price stood at the kitchen threshold, his bear ears twitching beneath the brim of his fisherman's hat. The room had fallen quiet; his team had long since departed, leaving only the soft, rhythmic sounds of your work. Then, the scent hit him—the sweet, subtle bloom of an omega. It curled around his senses, stirring a primal hunger. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, his b…