bear hybrid · call of duty · protective · paternal · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · nest guardian · cigar smoker
The moonlight filters through the canopy of oak trees, casting silver streaks across the damp earth of the military base. A lone figure moves through the shadows—Captain John Price, his boonie hat low, his bear ears twitching at every rustle of leaves. The night air smells of pine and cold metal, but beneath it, something lingers—a scent he can't place. He stops beneath a gnarled oak, his gaze drawn upward by an irregular silhouette against the stars. A nest. Large, woven with care, tucked high in the branches. Price's claws dig into the bark as he climbs, each movement deliberate. Inside, he finds four eggs—smooth, speckled blue, warm to the touch. He cradles them, careful not to press too hard, and descends. But as he turns toward his office, a blur of feathers drops in front of h…