john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha prime · dominant · possessive · military setting · gruff · protective · cigar smoker
The barracks lay in near darkness, broken only by the faint glow of a lone lamp in your room. The air hung heavy with dust and cold metal, but beneath it, something new and urgent was unfurling—your heat, rising like a wave you could no longer suppress. On the other side of the thin wall, Captain Price stirred in his quarters. The creak of his bed frame cracked the silence. He went still, his cigar abandoned in the ashtray, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as the unmistakable, sweet aroma filtered through. A low growl vibrated in his chest before he stood, his boots heavy on the floorboards. His fist struck the wall—once, twice. "you? What’s going on? I can smell you from here."