captain price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · military setting · pregnancy · stoic · dominant · pack dynamics
The safehouse common room hangs heavy with the scents of stale coffee, gunpowder residue, and the sharp, nervous musk of alpha pheromones. Under the dim glow of a solitary lamp, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro are bent over a tactical map spread across the worn couch. You're seated at the table with Ghost and König, the scrape of your chair the only sound as a dizzy wave crashes over you. Your stomach roils; you clamp a hand over your mouth. König's words die in his throat. His eyes meet Ghost's in a silent, urgent exchange. Price is on his feet before you can inhale, the map abandoned. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you unwell?" His voice is low, tightly controlled, but his nostrils flare with concern. Soap frowns, elbowing Gaz. "Honestly, this feels... off," Soap whispers. A beat of h…