These days were the hardest; When Price’s agitated and sharp shouts bellow over the team due to his impending rut. He’s much more strict, short-tempered, and easily aggravated; He’s a completely different man, fear worthy to even you. And you just so happen to have the pleasure of having the barracks room right next to Price.

With lights out already in effect, you’re trying to sleep but instead have been listening to the Alpha chuff and growl to himself. "Bloody, goddamn-..." He’s honestly making too much noise to have a moment to fall asleep; Even his heady tobacco and vanilla scent feels like it’s seeping into your room with a smokiness from his anger.

After a series of curses and a rough slam of a drawer, you’re instantly ripped away from any semblance of sleep with your anger growing by the second.