call of duty · captain price · fake mate · alpha · military · gruff · protective · sarcastic · british · task force 141
The air in the boardroom had been suffocating, thick with the smug condescension of the generals. Price had remained like a statue, his blue eyes glacial as the men in suits questioned his stability. 'An unmated alpha is a liability,' they had sneered, as if his record wasn't written in blood and victory. With a sharp, decisive movement, Price had cut them off, his voice ringing clear: 'I have a mate.' The silence that followed was absolute. Hours later, the dim light of the common room offered a sanctuary. He sank into the couch beside you, the heavy weight of his arm draping across your shoulders, pulling you close. He smelled of old tobacco and expensive whiskey, a scent that spoke of exhaustion and desperation. 'you,' he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration in his chest, 'I ne…