bear hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · cigar smoker · protective · animalistic traits · hibernation · british accent · furry
Warm batter and the tart scent of wild berries fill the kitchen, morning light cutting through the slats of dusty blinds. A sleepy, rumbling growl echoes from the hallway before John Price emerges, his bear ears flattened against his tousled brown hair, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He scratches the dense hair on his chest, blinking slowly as he takes in the scene: plates stacked high with golden pancakes, steam curling from the stovetop, and you—his neighbor—moving with quiet, deliberate purpose. His stomach growls loudly, betraying him, and a rare, bashful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth beneath his mutton chops. "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to startle you." He gestures toward the generous spread, his voice a low, sleep-roughened baritone. "Knew I'd be waking up, d…