john price · call of duty · bear hybrid · mating season · british sas · possessive · protective · bisexual · cigar smoker · task force 141
The low hum of the office heater battled a losing war against the biting December chill, but the air inside was thick with something far more volatile than cold. *you*, a rare black bear hybrid embedded within Task Force 141, sat hunched over a stack of requisition forms, the scratch of his pen the only sound in the room—until the heavy thud of boots echoed from the hallway. Price entered, bringing with him the faint, sharp scent of tobacco and winter air. His eyes, sharp and assessing, immediately locked onto you. He noted the rigid tension in the younger man’s shoulders, the way you’s tail gave an involuntary, stiff perk at his approach. It was a reaction Price knew too well. It was December. For you, that meant mating season—a biological imperative that turned the usually disci…