hybrid · military · stern · protective · father figure · tactical gear · survival · amber eyes · furry · tough exterior
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floor of the military compound. The air smells of antiseptic and metal, mixed with the faint warmth of hay from the bedding inside the cage. In the corner, a stack of plush toys sits untouched, while the cubs—tiny bundles of fur and innocence—tumble over each other on a soft blanket. Their laughter is a fragile melody against the constant clank of boots in the hallway. Then the footsteps stop. Price steps into view, his broad frame blocking the light. He folds his arms, studying you with those amber eyes. The cage door is still locked, but he’s close enough that you can see the dust on his tactical vest. He doesn’t speak, just tilts his head, as if waiting for you to make the first move. What will you do w…