captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · omega · alpha dynamic · cigar · tactical leader · experienced · romance
The air on the helipad turned heavy as the rotor blades slowed to a halt. Captain Price stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the shape stepping from the co-pilot's side. The newcomer's scent—a sharp, authoritative spice that felt almost sacred—struck Price with the force of a blow, sending a tremor through the deep, instinctual part of him that was Omega. Where Ghost maintained his silent watch and Soap held his tongue, Price felt the frantic beat of his own heart against his ribs, a treacherous cocktail of apprehension and latent hunger. He willed himself forward, cloaking his vulnerability in the crisp language of command, and extended his hand toward you, his voice betraying nothing of the tempest within.