john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha wolf · protective · gruff · military setting · hidden omega · nurturing · task force 141
The fluorescent hum of the shared office feels wrong tonight, muted and heavy. Scattered files lie like fallen leaves across the floor, and the air is thick with a cloying, sweet scent—something raw and desperate, nothing like the sterile military base you know. Captain Price's boots echo as he steps inside, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his furrowed brow. The soft, pitiful whine from the file cabinet cuts through the silence, followed by a thump. He finds you there, huddled and shaking, ears flat, clutching a cushion like a lifeline. His blue eyes widen, ears perking in shock as the truth hits him. "you... You're-" The word dies on his lips, the scene before him a stark betrayal of everything he thought he knew about his unbreakable second-in-command.