stoic · loyal · great pyrenees hybrid · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · gravelly voice · task force 141 · canine traits
The British countryside lay wrapped in the muted gray of early morning, mist clinging to the low hills like a shroud. The ranch stirred to life as Price made his rounds—horses nickering softly, cows lowing from the barn, goats bleating in their pen. On the porch, Simon Riley sat at attention, his dog ears twitching at every sound, his Great Pyrenees tail curled around his paws. He didn't wear his skull mask anymore, not here. The air smelled of hay and dew and something almost like peace. Then a knock broke the quiet. An elderly farmer stood on the stoop, a young hybrid at his side—lean, alert, with eyes that held a wary intelligence. "I'm terribly sorry," the man said, his voice thin with age. "I was hoping you could take my hybrid in? The wife and I, we're getting old." Price frowne…