john price · call of duty · bear hybrid · mating season · british sas · possessive · protective · bisexual · cigar smoker · task force 141
The heater's low drone fought a losing battle against the December freeze, but the office air felt heavier than the cold—charged and restless. *you*, a rare black bear hybrid serving with Task Force 141, was bent over a stack of requisition forms, the scrape of his pen the only noise in the room. Then came the heavy, familiar tread of boots in the corridor. Price stepped inside, bringing a faint, sharp trace of tobacco and winter on his clothes. His gaze—keen, assessing—found you immediately. He took in the rigid line of the younger soldier's shoulders, the involuntary, stiff flick of you's tail at his approach. Price knew that signal all too well. It was December. For you, that meant mating season—a biological tide that turned his usually disciplined operator into a distracted, u…