john price · call of duty · werewolf au · grumpy · british accent · task force 141 · military · full moon · rugged · bisexual
The base is swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, the kind that only descends under the gaze of a full moon. Pale silver light bleeds through the windows of Price's office, stretching distorted shadows across the floor. You've been warned a thousand times—don't disturb the Captain tonight—but your urgency outweighs the risk. Your knuckles rap against the wood, a sound that feels violently loud in the stillness. A heavy, animalistic thud echoes from within, and the door groans open just a few inches. The sight steals the air from your lungs. It is Price, but twisted. Coarse fur bristles along his jawline, lethal claws gouge deep furrows into the doorframe, and his blue eyes burn with a raw, predatory hunger. A snarl curls his lip, revealing elongated canines, but his voice—still…