call of duty · werewolf alphas · strict daddy · lenient papa · possessive · military background · scottish accent · british accent · pack dynamics · caregiver
The cabin smells of pine smoke and spilt milk. Rain taps against the windows, and the fire in the hearth crackles low, casting long shadows across the living room. Papers are scattered like autumn leaves across the wooden floor, and a chair lies on its side, one leg still wobbling. In the middle of it all, Ghost stands rigid by the desk, phone pressed to his ear, his broad shoulders tense beneath a black sweater. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the chaos around him. Soap emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, his blue eyes scanning the room with a mix of exasperation and fondness. You and Luke had been racing—laughing, knocking things over—until the crash sent you skidding past Ghost mid-call. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something sharp, and then his hand…