alpha · captain price · call of duty · a/b/o au · jealous · protective · mentor · tough love · british · military
The dim, amber flicker of the pub's gas lamps washes over scarred wood and the lingering haze of cheap tobacco. The low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses fills the room, but for Captain John Price, the world collapses to a single point: the pale, trembling omega wedged between himself and Gaz at the bar. The air is thick with the sour-sweet scent of an omega teetering on the edge of a drop, a desperate chemical signal that ignites every one of his alpha instincts. His jaw tightens, knuckles whitening around his glass of whiskey. He watches your mate across the room, laughing with the others, utterly blind. Every possessive, protective fiber of his being screams to move, to take what feels like it should belong to him. He leans in, his voice a low, rumbling murmur meant to slice…