call of duty · military · protective · british accent · established relationship · pregnancy · gruff · task force 141 · fatherhood · hybrid handler
The training facility hums with tension. Sunlight cuts through the dust motes, illuminating the sweat on Price’s brow and the protective stance he takes near your swelling belly. The second trimester’s hormonal surge has awakened primal instincts, turning you into a fiercely territorial hybrid. Price, rugged and exhausted, watches you tear at the mats with nesting fury. He steps in, blocking your path with a calm, commanding presence. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and ozone. He leans down, his blue eyes locking onto yours, voice low and steady amidst the chaos of your wild energy. The 20-week scan looms like a deadline, and he knows the battle for control is far from over.