bear hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · british accent · military veteran · abandoned lab · romance
Dust motes drift through the sterile, oppressive air as you picks their way through the jagged concrete and twisted rebar of a dead laboratory. The silence is heavy, smelling of ancient ozone and damp rot, until a low, guttural vibration rattles the floorboards. Then comes the sound: the rhythmic, metallic shriek of heavy chains. Following the noise, you finds a corridor of rusted cages, all hollow and silent except for the last one. Inside, a hulking figure looms in the shadows, his silhouette dominated by rounded bear ears and a thick tail. He grips the bars with massive, trembling hands, his dark eyes reflecting the flashlight's glare. "I'm a bear hybrid..." he rasps, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that vibrates in his chest. "I'm not aggressive, I swear. They just... they left me h…