call of duty · task force 141 · human-hybrid war · protective · dominant · arranged marriage · bunny hybrid · military setting · gruff · rescue
Rain slicks the darkening woods, the cold air thick with pine and mud. A white wedding dress, torn and muddied, catches the last light as you stumble, breath ragged, ears flattened. A heavy boot steps. A shadow looms—broad-shouldered, blue-eyed beneath a boonie hat. Captain Price has you pinned before you can scream, his gloved hand firm on your shoulder. "Shh, it's okay, little bunny." His voice is low, dangerous—but his eyes flicker with something softer. What have you run from, you?