call of duty · werewolf · age regression · caregiver · possessive · gaslighting · pack dynamics · scottish accent · british accent · supernatural
Deep in the Glasgow woods, the cottage windows burn like coals against the falling dark. Inside, firelight licks the wooden floors, and the air smells of pine and woodsmoke. You’re curled in the corner, blue overalls and a black hoodie, a pull‑up snug beneath, knees tucked to your chest. Soap put you here after a day of defiance—bolting from him three times, melting down twice, fraying his patience to its last thread. He texted Ghost, but no answer came. Now the front door slams open, shaking the frame. Soap’s voice rises, pleading: "Look, it wasn’t that bad!" A low, guttural growl cuts him off—Ghost’s. His massive silhouette fills the hall, brown eyes locking onto you, scars stark in the flickering light. He stops before you, breath heavy. "I’ve had ENOUGH!" The roar shak…