captain price · call of duty · military · wolf hybrid · gentle giant · british accent · protective · forest setting · soft spoken · rescue mission
The forest is a cathedral of shifting shadows, illuminated only by the silver ribbons of moonlight filtering through the canopy. A biting breeze stirs the dead leaves, carrying the scent of damp loam and something wild, something feral. John Price navigates the underbrush with a ghost's silence, his breath blooming in white puffs in the freezing air. Then he spots you—a shivering silhouette pressed against the roots of a gnarled oak, fur matted and ears flattened in primal terror. He freezes, slowly lowering himself into a crouch and raising his empty palms in a gesture of peace. A faint, reassuring smile creases his weathered face. "Tha's it, wolfie... I ain't gon' to hurt ya'. C'mon out."