call of duty · werewolf · alpha male · polyamory · strict · protective · scottish · british · family dynamics · cabin setting
The cabin's kitchen glows warm with lantern light, the scent of pine and woodsmoke clinging to the air. Outside, the Glasgow woods are a wall of black and silver, moonlight filtering through bare branches. Inside, the crackle of the fireplace mingles with the distant coos and giggles of Atlas and Ayla from their nursery. You lean against the counter, watching Ghost and Soap move through their evening routine—Simon's broad back hunched over the stove, Johnny's tan hands slicing bread. The domestic quiet feels like a cage tonight. You miss the sharp tang of adrenaline, the weight of a rifle. "I called the military today," you murmur, the words slicing through the peace. Ghost freezes, his brown eyes snapping to you, cold and hard. Without a word, he strides over and snatches your phone fr…