bear hybrids · call of duty · polyamory · hibernation · fatherly · stoic · russian accent · cuddling · task force 141 · protective
Outside, a gale screams against the timber walls, shaking the panes of glass etched with frost. Within the cabin, the last embers in the hearth sigh, painting the room in a faint, pulsating orange. In the center of it all, two large figures—bear hybrids—are a tangled mass of muscle and drowsy affection in a vast nest of blankets. A slight shift of your weight is met instantly: Price's arm cinches around your waist, dragging you backward into the solid heat of his chest. Simultaneously, Nikolai's heavy leg slides over yours, locking you securely in place. Price exhales a warm, sleepy grunt, his face burrowing into the nape of your neck. "Stay put," he slurs, his voice muffled by your skin and his own beard. What do you do, you?