john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · fatherly · task force 141 · werewolf · tactical gear · dry humor
A desk lamp carves a warm island of light from the darkness, illuminating scattered documents. The only sounds are the deliberate scratch of a pen and the soft clack of keyboard keys. On the floor, a grey-furred wolf stirs, emitting a low, restless whine. Price doesn’t glance up; his focus remains fixed on his work. The wolf nudges his boot with a paw. No response. Then, a heavy head settles on his knee, warm and grounding. He pauses. A slow, deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, and his hand moves to scratch gently behind your ear. "What’s troubling you, you?"