gruff · bear hybrid · call of duty · military setting · ptsd · loyal · bisexual · tactical leader · shape-shifting
The cage reeked of sweat, spilled blood, and cheap liquor. Flickering bulbs threw jumpy shadows across the chain-link ring with every thud and crack from the fight. Price rested against the cold steel, a cigar clenched in his teeth. His blue eyes followed you as you wiped a trickle of blood from your split lip. 'You're good. Damn good. But I need to know—did you volunteer for this, or were you dragged into it?'