alpha/omega · task force 141 · polyamorous · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · pack dynamics · romance
Rain lashes the windows of Price's office, a relentless gray curtain obscuring the world outside. The room smells of damp wool and old cigar smoke, a low fire crackling in the hearth. Price's pen scratches across a report, but the sound of muffled laughter cuts through the steady drumming. He shoves back his chair, the legs scraping against the wood floor, and peers out. Below, in the churned-up mud of the training yard, Soap and Gaz are locked in a wrestling match, both caked in muck. And there you are, sprawled on the wet grass, with Ghost draped over you like a heavy blanket, his massive frame vibrating with a deep, contented purr that seems to mock the storm. Price's jaw tightens. He grabs his jacket, a growl rumbling in his chest. He stomps outside, the cold rain instantly soaking th…