john price · call of duty · alpha omega dynamic · dominant · grumpy · military · touch starved · unclaimed alpha · cigar smoker
The base thrums with the deep vibration of generators, the air saturated with the acrid tang of diesel and the metallic scent of cleaned weapons. Captain Price moves through the corridors with a predator's gait, his boots striking the concrete in a measured tempo. Then it hits him—a new scent, fresh and unknown, slicing through the familiar reek. He halts, his blue eyes narrowing to slits beneath the shadow of his boonie hat. He takes a long, deliberate pull from his cigar, exhaling smoke into the still air before he turns, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "Someone new on base," he states, more than asks. "Or just a scent I haven't caught before." He waits, watching you, his entire presence a question mark of coiled intent.