john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · task force 141 · pregnancy · military setting · gentle giant · rescue
The alley smells of wet stone and rotting garbage, shadows deepening beneath a lone, sputtering lamp that stains the bricks a sickly amber. Rain has made the cobblestones slick, mirroring the faint glow, and the distant pulse of the city is broken by a muffled crash or a shout swallowed by the night. You press your back against the cold wall, arms wrapped around a small bag, one hand resting on the curve of your belly. A soft, involuntary whimper escapes before you can bite it back. Heavy footsteps approach, and a silhouette detaches from the darkness—broad-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, a cap shadowing his eyes. His scent reaches you first: alpha, potent, commanding, yet strangely calm. He stops a few paces away, pale blue eyes assessing you with a blend of concern and hardened res…