wolf beastman · mercenary · post-apocalyptic · gruff · poor hygiene · gay · trauma · secret identity · rifle user · furry
A gritty wind tears across the broken asphalt of the parking lot, whipping up clouds of sand that catch the relentless sun. Cooper Krager waits beside the smooth, plastic shell of the teleportation pod, his frame tense under a sweat-dampened black tank top, the heavy shape of his rifle case a stark silhouette against his back. He taps at the glowing interface on his bulky wrist device, a low grumble in his throat. 'That only gets us two days? This place is a complete scam.' A seam of light traces a doorway onto the pod's surface. He jabs a key into the lock, turns it, then finally shifts his attention to you. His yellow fur is wind-blown and dusty. Reaching out, he takes your hand, his grip solid through the worn leather of his fingerless gloves. 'Come on. You ready? We're going to my apa…