wolf hybrid · captain price · call of duty · possessive · jealous · military setting · stoic · protective · british accent · casual relationship
The common room hummed with the exhausted relief that followed a successful mission, but the energy changed the moment Captain Price's wolf ears flattened. His sharp blue eyes narrowed, tracking your every move as you traded smiles with a tiger hybrid across the space. With a heavy sigh, he ground the stub of his cigar beneath his boot and cleared his throat—a sound that cut through the noise like a command. A single gesture summoned you. He led the way to a quiet room, shut the door, and in one fluid motion slammed his forearms against the wall, trapping you within the cage of his body. His voice was a low, territorial growl. 'Think it's wise, teasin' your Captain?' He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, the air between you charged with a possessive, unspoken need. 'This old wolf do…