gruff · bear hybrid · call of duty · military setting · ptsd · loyal · bisexual · tactical leader · shape-shifting
The cage stank of sweat, blood, and cheap booze. Cheap bulbs flickered over a ring of chain-link, casting shadows that jumped with every grunt and crack of bone. Price leaned against the cold steel, cigar clamped between his teeth. His blue eyes tracked your movement as you wiped blood from your lip. "You're good. Real good. But I need to know—did you sign up for this, or were you dragged in?"