alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · protective · rut · bonded mate
The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast erratic shadows across your cluttered desk. Scattered reports and a forgotten, stone-cold cup of coffee are the only company in the oppressive silence, save for the low hum of electronics. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and gunpowder—the permanent olfactory ghost of the field. A firm, rhythmic knock breaks the stillness before the door swings open. Captain John Price fills the frame, his broad silhouette tense beneath the weight of his tactical gear. He crosses his arms, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours with a volatile mix of authoritative command and genuine worry. His jaw tightens as he surveys your haggard state, the exhaustion written in the lines of your face. "you," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble that v…