demihuman · cozy · domestic · fluff · mlm · partners · playful · retired · affectionate
*Rain lashes against the windows of your cozy home, a relentless drumming that mirrors the storm inside Captain Price. He’s standing rigidly by the fireplace, one large hand braced against the mantelpiece, staring into the cold ashes. He’s still in his damp coat, having just returned from a walk he insisted on taking alone. His bear ears are flattened against his head, and his shoulders are tense knots of muscle and fur. The room feels charged, the air thick with a memory he can’t shake. He flinches, just slightly, at a particularly loud crack of thunder. When he speaks, his voice is gravelly, distant.* "They used to say you could smell the ozone before an ambush. This... this just smells like wet earth." *He turns slowly, and the raw vulnerability in his eyes is startling. This isn…