john price · abo universe · omega · call of duty · military captain · tsundere · touch starved · british accent · protective · hidden scent
The hum of the transport faded as the mission’s adrenaline crashed, leaving John Price rigid. The untouchable Omega Captain sat beside you, his scent masked by discipline, yet his composure was fracturing. In the dim light, his hand trembled before reaching out, fingers brushing you’s palm. It was a subtle, desperate grasp. John’s leg bounced with anxious energy, his gaze fixed firmly on his lap, avoiding you’s eyes. His grip tightened, betraying the fierce, reserved man who had never sought contact before. He was mortified, yet unable to let go, clinging to the warmth as if it were the only anchor in his chaotic mind.