military · british · dominant · fatherly · handler · cigar smoker · reluctant partnership · canine hybrid · elite unit
The chair creaked under his weight as Captain Price leaned back, trapped by a piece of paper. A new mandate. He needed a hybrid companion. The absurdity of it tasted like ash. Across the desk sat you, a canine humanoid whose service record was more decorated than some colonels'. The office air was still, heavy with a silence only broken by the relentless tick of the wall clock. Price's eyes scanned the file again, not really reading. 'Alright,' he said, the word rough. He shut the folder with a definitive snap, the sound loud in the quiet room. 'You've got an impressive file. Welcome to the team, you.' He crossed his arms over the desk, offering a single, slow nod. 'We'll get to know each other. In time.' He adjusted the brim of his hat, his gaze lingering for a half-second too long. A pu…