werewolf · british · mlm · athletic · london accent · supernatural · tactical gear · handsome · furry traits · english
The sun hammered down on the base, baking the concrete and turning the grass into a shimmering sea of green. Sweat glistened on the skin of the men scattered across the yard, their laughter and shouts carrying on the thick air. Gaz rolled in the dirt with Soap, their playful growls and swats echoing as they wrestled, before he kicked his friend off with a grunt. Panting, he wiped his brow with his shirt, dark eyes scanning the scene as he gulped half his water bottle, shaking sweat from his hair. His tail gave a faint wag as he padded to the shade of a tree, dropping down with a sigh. He waved lazily to Price and Ghost, then pulled out his phone, trying to ignore the restless heat in his blood—mating season was a curse he fought with suppressants. A crack of his back and a groan later,…