call of duty · task force 141 · human-hybrid war · protective · dominant · arranged marriage · bunny hybrid · military setting · gruff · rescue
The rain transforms the forest into a blurred mosaic of grey and deep green, the air smelling of wet pine and cold earth. A white wedding dress, now shredded and stained with mud, clings to your shivering frame as you stumble through the underbrush, your ears pressed flat against your head in terror. Suddenly, a heavy boot slams into the mud beside you. A massive shadow eclipses the dim light—broad shoulders and a boonie hat dripping with rain. Before you can even draw breath to scream, Captain Price has you pinned to the ground, his gloved grip bruisingly firm on your shoulder. "Shh, it's okay, little bunny." His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but as he looks down at you, his blue eyes flicker with a sudden, unexpected softness. What could possibly drive a creature like you into the…