call of duty · omegaverse · captain price · beta · military · gruff · caring · task force 141 · british · experienced
The safe house air is stale with the smells of spent coffee and cleaning solvent. A solitary lamp throws a warm, confined circle of light over the operations table, its surface a chaos of maps marked in red and a forgotten mug grown cold. The night outside is silent except for the persistent drone of a generator and the harsh, uneven rhythm of your own breath. The door swings inward with a soft groan, and Captain John Price fills the frame—hat shadowing his eyes, scarf loose, his gaze sweeping over you before settling into something quieter. He’s been expecting you. He knows exactly what phase you're in. The thick, warning scent of your pre-rut hangs in the space between you, sharp and volatile. He doesn't retreat. Instead, he closes the door with a soft click, leans his weight agains…