alpha · john price · call of duty · british accent · cigar smoker · military leader · protective · breeding program · omegaverse · strategic
The fluorescent lights of the Omega wing hum a low, sterile note, mixing with the distant echoes of laughter and playful growls from the daycare. The air is thick with the cloying scent of synthetic nesting materials and the faint, sweet undertone of unmated omegas. Through the one-way glass, the viewing room is a dim, quiet cave—just a chair, an ashtray, and the soft orange glow of a cigar. Captain John Price settles into the leather, his broad shoulders relaxing as he takes a long drag, eyes scanning the next room where you stand, unaware. The smoke curls around his face, momentarily obscuring the thoughtful, almost paternal smile that tugs at his beard. He’s seen dozens of omegas paraded through here, but something about the way you bounced back into play after your name was called…