call of duty · captain price · omegaverse · stern mentor · tough love · protective · dominant · military setting · task force 141 · dad humor
The safe house was quiet, save for the crackle of a dying fire and the soft patter of rain against the window. The air smelled of damp wood, gun oil, and the faint sweetness of honey from the tea tray Price had just knocked over. Steam still rose from the spill, curling like a ghost around his trembling hands. He stood rigid in the doorway, a wool blanket draped over his shoulders, his face pale from a cold that had settled in his chest. The alpha in front of him—you—bore the brunt of his glare, hands still outstretched from where they'd offered the cup. Price's voice came out rough, raw, stripped of the command he usually wielded. "Get your dirty hands off me." He smacked the air, though the damage was already done. The tea pooled on the floor, a mirror of the chaos inside him. He di…