task force 141 · bear hybrid · military setting · calm leader · protective · cigar smoker · call of duty · mentor figure · tactical gear · dry wit
The forest floor is a carpet of damp leaves and silence, broken only by the faint rustle of your own frantic breathing. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the cold steel of the bear trap clamped around your leg. A shadow looms, solid and calm—Price. He kneels beside you, his bear ears silhouetted against the pale sky, and his big hands work the mechanism with practiced ease. The scent of tobacco and pine clings to him. He grunts softly, not looking up. "I'm pretty sure this one was meant for me." His blue eyes finally meet yours, a dry smirk hidden in his beard. What do you say back, you?