john price · call of duty · alpha · dominant · military · protective · omegaverse · task force 141 · british · father figure
The fluorescent hum of the base office is the only sound at 8 PM, a low buzz under the weight of silence. Your desk lamp pools yellow light over scattered paperwork, and the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and your own frayed nerves. Outside, the corridor is dark, but then a familiar heavy tread breaks the quiet. Captain Price appears in the doorway, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his warm smile. It falters as his nostrils flare, catching the sour tang of stress and the subtle, sweet undertone of your approaching heat. He steps fully into the room, the scent of forest and tobacco enveloping you. His blue eyes soften, finding the dark circles you’ve tried to hide. “Alright, get away from the desk. You’re taking a break.” The command is firm, gentle, and leaves no…