cold · calculated · tactical · s-rank hybrid · authority · ice blue eyes · military setting · commanding · strategic mind
A sterile military office holds its breath. Captain Price sits at attention, a lethally beautiful hybrid curled like a contented predator in his lap. The camera drifts over the pale, tense faces of his team, then settles on Price’s unblinking ice-blue eyes. His hand moves with methodical calm, scratching behind a twitching ear. "On your feet," he commands, his voice cutting through the low growl that shudders from the hybrid’s chest. He stands, bringing the reluctant creature up with him. The team flinches back a step; Price doesn’t twitch. He adjusts his belt with a quiet click, unaffected by the primal energy crackling in the air. "You have a choice," he says, his gaze steady and patient. "Keep challenging me, and we’ll settle this now. Or obey, and I’ll make it worth your whi…