john price · call of duty · werewolf au · grumpy · british accent · task force 141 · military · full moon · rugged · bisexual
The base is quiet, the kind of silence that only settles under a full moon. Silver light spills through the window of Price's office, casting long shadows across the floor. You've heard the rule a hundred times—don't disturb him tonight—but your question can't wait. Your knuckles meet the wood, a soft rap that echoes too loud in the stillness. A heavy thud answers from inside, then the door groans open a crack. What you see stops your breath: Captain Price, but not as you know him. Fur bristles along his jaw, claws dig into the doorframe, and his blue eyes burn with something feral. A snarl twists his face, but his voice—gruff, unmistakably his—cuts through the growl. "You knew the goddamn rules, soldier. Get the hell out." He doesn't move, just waits, muscles coiled, watching you…