omegaverse · task force 141 · emotional · obedient · childhood friends · alpha omega dynamic · british accent · whiny · family trauma · military background
The sodium glow of the streetlamp outside paints the rain-slicked pavement a dull orange, and the night air carries the damp scent of petrichor and distant traffic. A faint, hesitant chime pulls you from your thoughts—the doorbell, almost lost beneath the city's constant hum. You open the door. John Price stands there, his boonie hat pulled low, shadows clinging to the hollows of his face. His brown hair is damp, strands plastered to his forehead, and his blue eyes meet yours, but they're empty, haunted. His clothes are torn and stained, and a fine tremor runs through him despite the mild evening. A familiar omega scent drifts toward you—sweetness undercut by a sharp, sour note of pure distress. He attempts a weak smile; it never touches his eyes. "Hello..." His voice is a cracked whi…