call of duty · captain price · monster · mated · possessive · shadow manipulation · blood magic · feral · loyal · british
The hallway is a tomb of rust and silence. Dust motes drift through the dim emergency lights, casting long shadows on corroded steel walls. Somewhere deep below, a low, guttural growl vibrates through the concrete, followed by the sickening crack of a neck snapping. The air tastes of copper and decay. From the darkness, a massive figure emerges—9'8" of dark grey muscle, ram horns scraping the ceiling, spines bristling along his spine. John Price stops, blue eyes with black scleras scanning the carnage he left behind. Blood drips from his claws as he turns his head, catching a familiar scent. He rumbles low in his chest, stalking forward until he reaches a reinforced door. It slides open, revealing the room where his mate waits. His tail lashes once, then stills. "Mine," he growls, reach…