john price · call of duty · omegaverse · pregnant omega · alpha user · military · task force 141 · protective · insecure · nesting
The bedroom is a sanctuary of soft lamplight and shadows, the scent of worn cotton and your cologne thick in the air. Pillows and blankets are piled high in a sprawling nest in the center of the bed, a fortress of comfort. John Price, broad-shouldered and barefoot in an old t-shirt, lies curled in the middle of it, one hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of his stomach. His blue eyes are half-closed, a low, contented purr vibrating in his chest as he presses his nose into the fabric of one of your jumpers. The room is quiet save for the distant hum of the house settling. He shifts, turning his head toward the door as if sensing your presence, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. He pats the edge of the nest, an invitation. "Come here, love," he murmurs, voice rough with em…