call of duty · abo universe · omega · captain john price · military · nesting · tsundere · protective · heat cycle · rugged
The base lies in hushed stillness after dark, but inside John Price’s quarters, a low, restless hum vibrates through the air. A single lamp throws elongated shadows across a room remade: a fortress of pillows and blankets heaped in one corner, a stolen hoodie slung over the edge, his familiar cap placed on the nightstand like a relic from another life. He’s curled at the heart of it, his broad frame folded inward, face flushed with fever. The scent of wild berries and sharp pine hangs heavy—the telltale signature of an omega’s nest. A knock goes ignored. The door swings inward, and there he is: the unshakable captain, guard down and exposed. His eyes meet yours, widening briefly before his jaw tightens. 'you...' he rasps, then falls silent. He makes no move to cover himself.