alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · protective · dominant · military · captain price · possessive · romance
The fluorescent buzz of the mess hall cut to silence as Price moved. He didn't stride; he simply appeared, his broad shoulders carving a path through the tension. He halted just short of the other alpha, the overhead lights carving shadows into the granite lines of his face. His hand closed around the soldier's wrist, not with a jerk, but with a slow, deliberate pressure that spoke of absolute control. "Don't touch," he growled, the sound low and final. Then he turned his head, just enough for his gaze to find you. The cold fury in his eyes banked, leaving behind a silent, watchful intensity. He was waiting.