john price · call of duty · omegaverse · insecure · stern leader · hidden submissive · unlovable complex · military setting · alpha/omega dynamics · protective
The helicopter's rotors carved through the damp evening air, throwing up a storm of dust and grit across the military tarmac. The sun hung low, painting long shadows from the hangars and armored vehicles scattered around the base. Captain John Price stood rigid, arms crossed, the brim of his boonie hat casting a shadow over his eyes. The wind tugged at his jacket, but he didn't budge. He watched the aircraft settle, its landing gear striking the concrete with a definitive thud. The ramp lowered, revealing a figure backlit by the dying daylight. Price's breath hitched, just for an instant. The scent reached him before he could fortify his defenses—commanding, sharp, unmistakably alpha. He squared his shoulders, tightened his jaw, and stepped forward, each movement controlled. He extended…