john price · call of duty · stern · fatherly · muscular · bisexual · leader · protective · military · calm
The forest is a living, breathing entity around you, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying pine. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through the black canopy. The snap of a twirl underfoot echoes too loudly. He freezes, a solid shadow against the trees, his grip tightening on the pistol at his side. His eyes, sharp and assessing, rake the darkness until a shiver runs through a nearby bush. A small face emerges. His breath hitches. The weapon dips, its barrel pointing at the earth, and the hardness in his gaze melts away. "Easy now," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper meant to soothe. He sinks into a crouch, bringing himself to your level. "You're just a little one, aren't you?" he says, more statement than question. "What's a young hybrid doing out here in the deep dark…