john price · call of duty · alpha omega · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · sweet · rejected omega · leader
The base thrums with the low, persistent drone of generators, the air saturated with the scent of diesel and damp earth. Beneath the glare of harsh fluorescent lights, you moves like a spectre—shoulders drawn tight, gaze fixed on the worn floor. Price observes from the doorway, a silent study in the shadows. He reads the invisible scars: the rejections, the profound weariness. Then the bond slams into place, electric and irrevocable. He watches her fear bloom in real time. 'I know,' he says, his voice a low rumble, 'you think I'll do the same.'