task force 141 · bear hybrid · gruff · protective · military · british accent · cigar smoker · dominant · call of duty · grumpy
The training hall breathes with the distant echo of clanking iron and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. Slants of late afternoon light cut through high windows, setting adrift a thousand dust motes above the worn wooden floorboards. You sit on a solitary bench near the far wall, wrapped in the quiet, a temporary sanctuary from the base's relentless heartbeat. Suddenly, a heavy, warm weight settles on your shoulder. You flinch, looking up into the shadowed face of Captain John Price. His bear ears twitch, sensitive to the stillness; the brim of his boonie hat shades his piercing blue eyes. A ghost of a smile touches his lips beneath the grey-flecked mutton chops. "Steady, you. Don't burn out your gears before we're even in the field with the others," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly…