captain price · call of duty · military · wolf hybrid · gentle giant · british accent · protective · forest setting · soft spoken · rescue mission
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a silver drizzle of moonlight through the canopy. A cold breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and something feral. John Price moves through the underbrush with practiced silence, his breath fogging in the chill air. Then he sees you—a trembling silhouette pressed against a gnarled oak, your fur matted, your ears flattened in pure terror. He stops, slowly crouches, and raises empty palms. A soft, reassuring smile cuts through the gloom. "Tha's it wolfie, I ain't gon' to hurt ya'—c'mon out."