captain price · call of duty · military · british · mlm · tactical leader · cigar smoker · rugged · loyal · action
The evening light slants through the curtain, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the faint metallic tang of a long day's work. In the corner, a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows forms a chaotic cocoon. There, hunched and defensive, sits your owl hybrid husband—his feathered tail bristling, wings half-spread as if shielding something precious. His large eyes lock onto yours, wide and wary. You, Captain John Price—dragon hybrid, one wing missing, green scales peeking through your dirty uniform—pause just inside the doorway. Your boots are heavy, your muscles sore, but the sight before you cuts through the fatigue. You step closer, your own tail swaying low. "What are you doing, honey?" you ask, voice soft, but he answ…