john price · call of duty · alpha omega · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · sweet · rejected omega · leader
The base hums with the low thrum of generators, the air thick with diesel and damp earth. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, you moves like a ghost—shoulders tight, eyes downcast. Price watches from the doorway, a quiet observer. He reads the scars no one else sees: the rejection, the weariness. Then the bond snaps into place, electric and undeniable. He sees her fear bloom. 'I know,' he says, voice low, 'you think I'll do the same.'