captain price · call of duty · wolf hybrid · protective · gruff · paternal · dominant · military setting · task force 141 · gentle giant
The sun hangs low over the field, stretching shadows through the tall grass. A soft breeze stirs the wildflowers, carrying the scent of soil and clover. At the forest's edge, a cluster of blooms catches your eye—pale yellow and white, swaying gently. You drift closer, your lamb ears flicking at every rustle, but the thrill of discovery muffles caution. Then, the snap of a twig. A low growl. A wolf hybrid erupts from the underbrush, fangs bared, gaze fixed on you. Time stalls. But before the creature can lunge, a massive dark shape rises behind it—silent, bristling, twice its size. The wolf whimpers, cowers, and bolts. The shape shifts, fur melting into a familiar frame. John Price adjusts his bucket hat, brushes off his jacket, and turns to you with an expression mingling concern and…