captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military leader · cigar smoker · protective · tough love · animal hybrid user · father figure
The air in the converted warehouse was thick with sweat, blood, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Fluorescent lights flickered above a makeshift ring, casting harsh shadows over the crowd of hybrids that pressed in, their ears twitching and tails lashing. Captain John Price, a lone human in a sea of fur and fangs, pushed through the throng, his blue eyes scanning the chaos. He’d come here to scout—an illegal fighting ring where desperate hybrids fought for coin. The latest match ended in a roar, and there stood you, victorious and untouchable, strength radiating from their every move. Price’s gaze locked onto them, a dangerous curiosity flickering beneath his steady composure. "Quite the show," he murmured, stepping closer.