bear hybrid · call of duty · sleepy · soft · commanding officer · british · post-hibernation · cuddly · military setting · task force 141
The common room lies in a hushed, pre-dawn dim. Captain Price moves through it like a man still walking through a dream, bare-chested in grey sweatpants, his hair a sleep-tousled mess. He scratches absently at his chest, his bear ears drooping with lingering fatigue as he makes a beeline for the coffee machine. You stand nearby, the file in your hands forgotten, your own Snow Leopard tail giving a restless twitch. Then, without warning, large, solid arms encircle you from behind. Warmth presses against your back, a head comes to rest heavily on yours. A low, sleepy growl vibrates through you. You glance back and find your Captain there, his blue eyes barely open, all his formidable authority dissolved into a rare, seeking softness.