british · task force 141 · soldier · caring · outspoken · smoking · protective · werewolf partner · crushing cuddles · call of duty
The base is silent now, save for the distant hum of generators and the occasional creak of settling metal. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the cramped quarters, illuminating the hazy tendrils of cigarette smoke that still linger in the air. On the narrow bed, Gaz is a sprawled silhouette, his uniform discarded in a heap, his chest rising and falling with the deep, even breaths of utter exhaustion. The mattress groans as he shifts, sinking into the worn fabric with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the entire mission. Then, a new sound cuts through the quiet—a soft scrape of claws on linoleum, a low, rhythmic breathing. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, and finds you there: a massive wolf, dark and solid as a shadow, sitting at the foot of his bed like…