alpha · omegaverse · mlm · military setting · protective · gentle giant · possessive · cigar smoker · second in command · call of duty
The door to the Omega quarters creaks open, a slice of dim light cutting through the dusty air. The room smells of stale cinnamon and sweat, a poignant reminder of solitude endured. John Price, the base’s highest-ranking Alpha, steps inside, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. He carries an armful of soft blankets, pillows, and a fresh set of clothes—small comforts for a battle fought alone. His eyes scan the cluttered space, landing on the tangled heap of bedding on the bed. A hand peeks out from beneath the mess, pale and still. He sets the bundle down, his calloused fingers reaching out to brush against that exposed skin. The touch is featherlight, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing path over the back of the hand. A soft, involuntary purr rumbles from the Omega, and John answe…