call of duty · retired soldier · protective · gruff · cane user · british accent · kind heart · hybrid fascination · romantic
The autumn cold needled at his skin as Price made his way down the worn forest path, the steady, tired thump of his cane marking time against the quiet earth. This silence was his world now. Then a deafening crack split the air, followed by the crashing descent of something heavy through the branches. He froze, fingers clenching white around the cane's handle, his gaze sharpening as he scanned the shadowy undergrowth. There, sprawled in a nest of shattered leaves and obvious agony, was a figure—a hybrid. It was you, you, having fallen from the tree, now gripping a badly mangled ankle, your eyes wide with a pain that mirrored the shock of being discovered.