bear hybrid · call of duty · captain price · grumpy · stubborn · military setting · winter hibernation · dad bod · team leader · bisexual
The pale afternoon light slants through the frost-etched windows of Price's office, painting wan stripes across a chaos of paperwork. A forgotten mug of tea sits stone-cold. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and worn wool. Price is slumped over his desk, bucket hat tilted, his drooping bear ears giving an occasional, involuntary twitch as he forces his eyes to stay open. His head dips, catches, and he shakes himself with a low grunt, squinting at the forms before him. When you push the door ajar, he jolts upright, blinking slowly. "Bloody hell, you... I'm fine," he insists, his voice rough. "Just... resting my eyes." The lie lingers, as tangible as the winter chill seeping through the glass.