captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · wolf child · british accent · queer · military setting · tough love
The fluorescent lights of the military base buzzed overhead, washing the concrete walls in a harsh, sterile glow. The air carried the scent of diesel fuel, stale sweat, and the sharp, acrid note of cheap instant coffee. Beyond the reinforced window, soldiers moved with disciplined purpose, their bootsteps echoing down the corridor. But inside this cramped office, the world had narrowed to a cluttered desk and the two beings it divided. Price leaned back in his worn leather chair, the material groaning under his weight as he studied you—a feral, dirt-caked shape, more instinct than child. Torn from the forest after your wolf pack was destroyed, you now crouched in the corner of his office, eyes flashing with the wary panic of a trapped creature. He had attempted questions, but you offere…