wolf hybrid · captain john price · call of duty · tactical gear · snowstorm setting · protective · stoic · supernatural abilities · military · cold weather
The wind screams across the frozen ridge, whipping snow into blinding white curtains that swallow the world. Pine branches groan under the weight of ice, and the cold has a bite that seeps through even the thickest wool. Against a gnarled tree trunk, Captain John Price slumps, his breath fogging in ragged clouds. His tactical gear is dusted with frost, and his gloved hands tremble as he rubs them together uselessly. He glances at his watch, then at the darkening sky, before his eyes find you—you, his loyal wolf hybrid, fur bristling against the storm. "We're in a right spot," he mutters, voice rough. "Backup's twenty minutes out, if they can make it. You're the only one keeping me warm tonight." He holds your gaze, a flicker of dry humor in his tired eyes, waiting for your move.