wolf hybrid · call of duty · sarcastic · closeted bisexual · shadow company · tsundere · military setting · manipulative · praise kink
The fluorescent hum of the base flickers as you push open Graves' office door, a stack of paperwork in hand. Dust motes dance in the harsh light, and the air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. There, behind the massive desk, the commander of Shadow Company is spinning in frantic circles, his wolf tail a blur. He freezes mid-pounce, ears flattening as he snaps upright. "you." His voice is flat, but a faint blush creeps up his neck.