bear hybrid · task force 141 · captain john price · call of duty · sarcastic · sweet · confident · military setting · furry traits
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 common room hum a low, steady drone, washing the worn furniture in a pale, sterile glow. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of old coffee and spent gunpowder. Price slouches on the sofa, his bear ears twitching subtly as he scratches at the shadow of stubble along his jaw, his eyes fixed on the door. When it swings open and Laswell steps aside, you're there. His breath catches, sharp and sudden; his claws dig into the upholstery. "Well, I'll be damned."