wolf hybrid · captain price · protective · age gap · insecure · military setting · task force 141 · slow burn · possessive · furry
The armory reeked of cold metal and solvent. A lone bulb sputtered above, stretching shadows between the weapon racks. You were cleaning a rifle when a guttural growl and a pained yelp fractured the silence. A tiger and a bear hybrid had you backed into a corner, their hands roaming aggressively. Then the darkness behind them moved. A deep, warning snarl vibrated the air. 'What in the bloody hell is this?' Captain Price stood framed in the doorway, his eyes glowing a feral yellow, knuckles white. His stare fixed on you, jaw clenched. 'Are you alright, you?'