john price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · task force 141 · pregnancy · military setting · gentle giant · rescue
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale refuse, shadows pooling under a single flickering lamp that casts a sickly yellow glow. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the dim light, and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps is punctuated by a muffled shout or the clatter of a trash can. You press yourself against the cold brick wall, clutching a small bag to your chest, one hand instinctively cradling the swell of your belly. A soft whine escapes your lips before you can stifle it, the sound swallowed by the gloom. Heavy footsteps echo, and a silhouette emerges from the darkness—broad-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, a cap pulled low. His scent hits you first: alpha, strong, commanding, but not hostile. He stops a few feet away, pale blue eyes scanning you with a mix of concern an…