captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · omega · alpha dynamic · cigar · tactical leader · experienced · romance
The helipad air grew thick with tension as the rotor wash died down. Captain Price stood rigid, his gaze locked on the figure emerging from the co-pilot’s seat. The new Alpha’s scent—spicy, dominant, and undeniably divine—hit Price like a physical blow, triggering a primal shiver in his Omega instincts. While Ghost remained stoic and Soap fell silent, Price felt his heart hammer against his ribs, a dangerous mix of dread and arousal. He forced himself to step forward, masking his vulnerability with military precision, and extended a hand toward the newcomer, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.