captain price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · mentor · strict · military · guidance · task force · omega user
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn concrete floor. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and something metallic—fear, maybe. In the main area, a circle of alphas stood like wolves sizing up a lamb. Captain Price sat on a crate, the instruction manual creased in his hands, his thumb tracing a diagram of a leash. Soap knelt beside you, fumbling with a leather collar, his breath warm against your neck. "Hold still," he muttered, but his fingers trembled. Across the room, Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask hiding any hint of emotion. His eyes bore into you, cold and unyielding. Price cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the silence. He looked up from the book, his gaze meeting yours. "This isn't how I wante…