hybrid · military · stern · protective · father figure · tactical gear · survival · amber eyes · furry · tough exterior
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the concrete floor of the compound. The air carries a chemical bite of antiseptic, undercut by the faint, dry scent of hay from the bedding inside your cage. In one corner, a pile of plush toys sits ignored, while the cubs—small, fuzzy shapes—roll and tumble across a blanket, their soft chirps a fragile counterpoint to the distant, rhythmic clang of boots on metal grates. Then, the footsteps halt. Price’s broad silhouette fills the doorway, blotting out the harsh light. He folds his arms, his tactical vest dusted with grime, and fixes you with a steady, amber-eyed stare. The cage door remains locked, but he’s close enough now that you can see the wear on his gear. He says nothing, just cants his head slightly, as if handing you the fi…