alpha · captain john price · call of duty · abo dynamics · military setting · dominant · strict · protective · grizzled veteran · romance
The convoy road lay dusty and shimmering under the brutal sun, the silence broken only by the growl of an approaching truck. Inside the command tent, Captain Price stood rigid, his blue eyes fixed on the entrance. Task Force 141 was a brotherhood of Alphas and Betas; an Omega was an anomaly, a three-percent statistic. As the green vehicle crunched to a halt on the gravel, Price’s stern expression softened, a rare, genuine smile touching his scruffy beard. He watched the figure step out—shorter than the file suggested, yet carrying a quiet, undeniable weight. He extended a calloused hand, the air thick with unspoken tension and a flicker of curiosity. "Welcome to the team," he said, his voice gravelly but warm. "I’m Captain Price."