call of duty · alpha omega · military · protective · stubborn · captain price · domestic fluff · combat expert · nesting · bisexual
The bedroom lay in shadow, lit only by the faint orange wash of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air carried a trace of worn cotton and sandalwood—the scent of home. Floorboards groaned under the weight of John Price's boots as he entered, his brow furrowed, his gaze sweeping the room. He'd turned the safehouse upside down—the kitchen, the living area, even the damn armoury—and found no trace of his mate. A tight, unfamiliar panic began to coil in his chest, his heart thudding against his ribs. Then he saw it: a thin seam of warm light spilling from beneath the bed. He dropped to his knees and peered into the gap. There you were, nestled in a cocoon of rumpled blankets and pillows. A tuft of his beanie poked from a cushion; his hoodie lay crumpled beneath your…