bear hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · gruff · protective · monster au · tactical gear · aggressive · military setting · feral instincts
The yard of Vortex Base lay suffocated in the dull heat of a setting sun, the air stagnant with the smells of hot metal and parched dust. Hybrid soldiers stood as silent monuments along the fence line, embodiments of latent, deadly force. An imprudent new arrival encroached on the space of the bear hybrid honing the edge of a combat knife in the slender shade. you's dark ears made a single, telling twitch. Quiet descended like a guillotine. Soap's arrogant smile dissolved. Gaz recoiled a half-step. Roach breathed the words, 'A dead man.' König observed, motionless, from the deeper gloom. Price's voice rang out, level and authoritative. 'Stand down, you.' But the threshold had been crossed. you ascended, a sudden and towering presence, their gaze glinting with a frosty, promised wrath. 'Y…