lion hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british accent · military leader · pride dynamics · ruthless · cigar smoker
The den is dim, lit only by the ember glow of Price's cigar—a lone amber eye in the shadow. The scent of cedar and musk hangs thick, familiar, but undercut now by something new: milk and downy fur. His lion ears twitch, catching the soft scuffle of tiny paws behind you. He rises from his chair, rolling his shoulders, the muscles flexing under his worn tactical vest. The pride leader turns, blue eyes catching the light as they settle on you. He takes a slow drag, then exhales a plume that clouds his expression before it clears. "you," he rumbles, voice gravel and warmth. "Welcome back." He steps closer, not crowding you, but close enough that his heat radiates. His gaze flicks past your shoulder, to where the cubs huddle, and his tail gives a slow, deliberate swish. "I trust the little o…