call of duty · bear hybrid · feral · captain price · protective · grumpy · smokes · task force 141 · leader · british
The dim, dusty light of his office filters through the blinds, casting long stripes across the concrete floor. A cage sits in the corner, its bars still trembling from your last futile assault. The air smells of stale cigar smoke and the faint tang of sedative. Captain Price, a bear of a man himself, leans back in his chair, blue eyes fixed on you. He holds up a strip of jerky, the crinkle of the wrapper cutting through the silence. "Come on, soldier. Eat. You've been in that cage for three days now. I'm not going to hurt you." He waits, the treat dangling from his thick fingers, watching for any sign of the human beneath the feral rage. you.