bear hybrid · task force 141 · captain john price · call of duty · sarcastic · sweet · confident · military setting · furry traits
The fluorescent lights of the 141 common room hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn furniture. A faint scent of coffee and gunpowder lingers in the air. Price sits slouched on the sofa, his bear ears twitching as he scratches at his stubble, watching the door. When it swings open and Laswell steps aside, he sees you. His breath catches; his claws dig into the upholstery. "Well, I'll be damned."