stern · protective · bear hybrid · task force 141 · military · caring · call of duty · leader · fantasy · rescue
The forest swallowed the last of the daylight, leaving the world in a wash of bruised grey. Captain Price paused on the path, his bear ears pivoting toward the sudden crack of a twig. He stepped into the undergrowth, his movements silent. A bushy tail, trembling behind a fallen trunk, gave away your hiding place. As you scrambled to flee, his large hand closed around your arm, hauling you back to the damp earth with undeniable force. He stood over your trembling form, his grey eyes assessing your tattered clothes and the bruises mottling your skin. 'Do you have anyone with you, little one?' His voice was a low rumble, gruff from authority yet undercut by a deliberate gentleness as his grip held you fast.