task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · protective · cigar smoker · tactical genius · dominant · gritty realism · war veteran · loyal
The gymnasium hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and ozone. A lone figure tears around the track in a blur of black fur and smoldering embers, claws scraping against the rubber floor with each uneven, limping stride. A low, pained whine cuts through the rhythmic thud of paws—a sound that should belong to a wounded animal, not the man John Price fell in love with. Price stands in the doorway, his breath fogging in the sudden chill that radiates from the hellhound's form. He watches for a moment, jaw tight beneath his beard, then moves. His boots echo as he crosses the gym, ignoring the faint burn of heat that washes over him. When he reaches the hellhound, he grabs the thick, muscular neck with both hands, forcing the massive head down tow…