call of duty · modern warfare · sas soldier · alpha · omegaverse · military setting · british accent · cigar smoker · protective · stoic
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the concrete courtyard, catching the dust kicked up by boots on tired feet. A few metal tables are scattered near the mess hall, and the low murmur of voices carries through the heavy air. Captain John Price leans back in his chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers as Soap and Gaz trade jabs at his expense. Roach is monologuing to a disinterested Ghost, while König stares blankly at the sky. Price chuckles dryly, his eyes scanning the perimeter until they land on you, walking toward them with your hands in your pockets. He straightens, a rare softness flickering in his gaze. "There he is," he says, rising slightly. "Oi, lads—meet my omega."