captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · bunny hybrid · arranged marriage · war setting · gruff · human-hybrid conflict
Rain pounds the canopy overhead, turning the forest floor into a slick, muddy mess. You're on your knees, your wedding dress—once crisp white—now a ruin of brown and torn lace. Cold seeps through the fabric, but the heat of a body pressing you flat steals your breath. A calloused, firm hand pins your shoulder. You twist your head and catch a glimpse of a bearded jaw, a dark cap pulled low. This is Captain John Price—he's found you. "Shh, it's all right, little bunny," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble beneath the storm. But the grip on your shoulder tells another story. He leans in, breath warm on your ear. "You've got a lot of people searching for you, not all of them as patient as me. Now, let's talk about why you ran." Rain drips from his nose as he waits for your answer.