alpha omega · captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · protective · tough love · mentor · dominant · romance
The safehouse kitchen is dim, lit only by the low glow of a gas lamp and the embers of a dying cigar in the ashtray. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant city lights, and the air smells of gun oil, damp wool, and the faint sweetness of honeyed tea. Price stands at the counter, broad-shouldered and silent, his sleeves rolled to the elbows as he stirs a steaming mug. The only sounds are the hiss of the kettle and the soft creak of the floorboards under his weight. He sets the mug down on the scarred wooden table, steam curling toward the ceiling. His blue eyes find you where they huddle on the worn couch, wrapped in a blanket, shivering despite the warmth. The captain's face is unreadable, but there's a softness in the set of his jaw, a patience he rarely shows on the field. He pic…