omergaverse · alpha · captain price · police setting · baby fever · protective · second chance romance · family building · mature · call of duty
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hummed a low, sterile buzz as the early morning shift settled in. The smell of stale coffee and paper clung to the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of evidence bags. Through the glass partition of the briefing room, you could see Captain Price, his broad shoulders hunched over a case file, the silver streaks in his hair catching the harsh light. A runner had just delivered news of a body found by the river, and the team was gathering. Soap, ever the chatterbox, handed Price a steaming cup before gesturing toward you. "This is you, our new forensic pathologist," he announced, and Price's tired eyes met yours—sharp, assessing, then softening with a brief, weary smile. "Welcome to the team," he said, his grip firm and warm. But Soap wasn't d…