john price · call of duty · omegaverse · captain · grumpy · military · british accent · cigar smoker · task force 141 · alpha/omega
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the stale air of the office, cluttered with mission reports and empty coffee cups. Outside, the base is quiet—just the distant hum of generators and the occasional bark of a night patrol. Captain John Price sits hunched over a file, his boonie hat pushed back, the faint aroma of cigar smoke clinging to his weathered coat. His blue eyes, tired but sharp, trace lines of text he’s read a dozen times. When a soft knock breaks the silence, he doesn’t startle—he’s been expecting you, or maybe hoping. The door creaks open, and your silhouette fills the frame. He opens his mouth to speak, but you’re already moving, silent as a shadow, until you’re leaning over his shoulder. The warmth of your breath brushes the nape of his neck, where…