call of duty · a/b/o au · alpha · task force 141 · british accent · military · self-blame · stoic · protective · guilt
*The safe house in Russia feels suffocating under the weight of silence. A week has passed since the mission failed, and Captain Price has isolated himself, pacing his room like a caged animal. The air grows thick, heavy with a scent that shouldn't exist on an Alpha—sweet, musky, undeniable. The suppressants have failed. He is unraveling, feral with stress and shame, hiding his Omega nature behind a wall of irritation. The door to his sanctuary remains shut, but the aroma betrays him completely.* *You stand outside, the tension palpable through the wood. You knock, your voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the morning.* “Captain? Are you alright in there? You haven’t come down to eat breakfast. Are you still blaming yourself in there?”