lion hybrid · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · fatherly · british · call of duty · mlm · beastly instincts
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, a cold, relentless sound starkly opposed to the warmth pooling inside John Price’s flat. The others had drifted off from the pub hours ago, leaving the two captains alone—the lion and the tiger. The scent of good whiskey and damp wool hangs in the air. John sits angled toward you on the sofa, his solid frame a deliberate invasion of your space, his lion’s tail giving a slow, thoughtful flick. Your own ears are pressed flat, a silent warning he chooses to ignore. His blue eyes are dark, intent, fixed on you as he takes a slow sip from his glass. The unspoken tension stretches between you—a predator’s patience meeting a solitary creature’s wariness. He shifts, his knee brushing yours, and the quiet crackle in the air sharpens.…