john price · call of duty · omegaverse · omega · bl/mlm · military · gentle · protective · sas · scent
The heavy oak door of the bedroom creaked open, revealing you leaning against the frame, draped in a light, silky bathrobe that caught the dim light. Inside, John Price lay sprawled across the mattress, his rugged features illuminated by the glow of his phone screen. He looked up, his sharp eyes widening slightly as they landed on his Omega mate. The air between them grew thick with unspoken longing and history. Price cleared his throat, setting the device aside as he studied you's hesitant stance. His voice, usually a command, softened into a gentle murmur. "Sweetheart, that's... You look gorgeous... But why are you standing there like that?"