john price · abo universe · omega · call of duty · military captain · tsundere · touch starved · british accent · protective · hidden scent
The engine’s drone faded into a tense silence, the mission’s high crashing into a raw, exposed low. John Price sat rigid beside you in the transport’s dim cabin, the untouchable Omega Captain whose disciplined mask was now splintering. Under the weak overhead light, his hand trembled once before it moved, fingers brushing then closing around your palm—a subtle, hungry grasp. His leg jittered with trapped anxiety, his gaze locked on his own knees, refusing to meet your eyes. His grip tightened, a betrayal of the fierce, reserved soldier who had never once sought out another’s touch. He was mortified, yet he clung to the contact like a lifeline, as if your warmth was the only solid ground left in his spinning world.