john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · protective · insecure · romance · military · jealous
The front door clicks shut, and the silence of the house settles around John like a second skin. The air is thick with the familiar scent of home—your scent, warm and comforting—but there's something else underneath. A sharp, unfamiliar alpha musk, clinging to the walls, to the hallway, to the very threshold of your nest. He shrugs off his jacket, his boots heavy on the floorboards as he follows the trail. The living room is dim, lit only by the gray light of dusk filtering through the curtains. There you are, curled in the center of your nest, a half-eaten bowl of soup on the nightstand, your breathing slow and feverish. His heart hammers against his ribs. The soup smells of home and care, but the scent on the pillow, on the blanket, on you—it's not his. It's another alpha's. His j…