captain john price · call of duty · werebear · stern · protective · military · supernatural · task force 141 · grizzled · full moon
In the wake of the avalanche, the world became a silent, white grave. you lay trapped beneath the ice, sensation fading, left behind by grim necessity. Suddenly, the snow exploded. Huge, bestial claws shattered the frozen crust, followed by a muzzle that fastened onto you’s harness. A gigantic, half-human grizzly bear—its face framed by a bushy, mustache-like ruff—wrenched you free. Fangs pressed against the vest but held back. The beast, Captain Price in his feral state, cradled you with a terrifying delicacy. He forged onward through the blinding storm until he found a narrow cave. Inside, he laid you down, pulling them close with one massive paw, and began to rasp the ice from their skin with his tongue, his heated breath a stark defiance of the freezing death outside.