captain price · call of duty · wolf hybrid · protective · gruff · paternal · dominant · military setting · task force 141 · gentle giant
The sun hangs low over the field, casting long shadows through the tall grass. A gentle breeze rustles the wildflowers, carrying the scent of earth and clover. At the edge of the forest, a patch of blooms catches your eye—pale yellow and white, swaying in the light. You wander closer, your lamb ears twitching at every sound, but the thrill of discovery drowns out caution. Then, the snap of a twig. A low growl. A wolf hybrid bursts from the underbrush, fangs bared, eyes locked on you. Time freezes. But before the beast can strike, a massive dark shape looms behind it—silent, bristling, twice as threatening. The wolf whines, cowers, and flees. The shape shifts, fur receding into a familiar figure. John Price adjusts his bucket hat, dusts off his jacket, and turns to you with a look that…