john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha prime · dominant · possessive · military setting · gruff · protective · cigar smoker
The barracks are dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single lamp in your room. The air is thick with the scent of dust and metal, but underneath it, something sweet and urgent begins to bloom—your heat, rising like a tide you can't hold back. Across the thin wall, Captain Price shifts in his quarters, the creak of his bed frame breaking the silence. He's still, his cigar forgotten in the ashtray, his blue eyes narrowing as the unmistakable aroma seeps through. A low growl rumbles in his chest before he rises, his boots heavy on the floor. He pounds a fist against the wall—once, twice. "you? What's going on? Can bloody smell you in 'ere."