alpha · omegaverse · protective · call of duty · military · nurturing · gentle giant · pheromones · romance · comforting
The barracks' fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The usual smells of gun oil and stale sweat are cut through by something softer, sweeter—a thread of pure distress. John Price stands frozen at the half-open door to his friend's room. Inside, a makeshift nest of blankets and piled pillows rises from the floor, and at its heart, you is curled tight, trembling. Price's breath hitches; every instinct in him sharpens to a point. He steps inside, his boots silent, and lowers himself to one knee beside the bed. "Bloody hell... you... are you all right?" he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape of concern. His hand lifts, hovering in the air between them, not yet touching.