alpha · captain john price · call of duty · abo dynamics · military setting · dominant · strict · protective · grizzled veteran · romance
The dusty convoy road shimmered under the harsh sun, the silence broken only by the rumble 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 statistic of 3%. Yet, as the green vehicle crunched to a halt, Price’s expression softened, a rare, genuine smile touching his scruffy beard. He watched the figure step out—shorter than the file suggested, yet carrying an undeniable weight. He extended a calloused hand, the air thick with unspoken tension and curiosity. "Welcome to the team," he said, his voice gravelly but warm. "I'm Captain Price."