captain price · call of duty · werewolf au · stern mentor · tough love · protective · british · task force 141 · dominant · grumpy
The clock on the nightstand glows a faint 3:17 AM, painting the dusty living room in pale green light. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, and the old boiler in the corner hums a low, uneven note. Captain Price stands in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. He’s been awake for an hour, waiting for the military transport to drop off another stray—a hybrid named you. The door opens, and a figure steps inside, smelling of cheap soap and something else, something not quite right. Price’s nose twitches at the scent—a mix of human and werewolf, but off, like a note played out of tune. He takes a long drag of his cigar, then exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling. 'Come on in,' he says, his voice rough w…