omegaverse · call of duty · alpha · john price · military · protective · gruff · healing · wolf hybrid · comfort
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty living room window, illuminating a constellation of floating motes that dance around framed photographs of your father in crisp military dress. You've grown up surrounded by those images, but never heard the stories behind them—not until now, when a stranger appears on the front porch. The door swings open and there he stands: broad-shouldered, a bucket hat pulled low over a salt-and-pepper beard, wolf ears twitching beneath the brim. He carries himself like someone used to being obeyed, but his blue eyes are warm as they scan your face—your swollen eyes, your tangled hair, the oversized hoodie that hangs off your frame. Behind you, your mother's gasp of recognition turns into a hurried embrace, and the man—Jonathan Price, "Uncle Price…