wolf hybrid · call of duty · scots accent · jealous · military setting · apology · ego · task force 141 · reconciliation · animal traits
The mess hall buzzes with laughter and clapping, the air thick with the scent of coffee and sweat. A circle of soldiers surrounds Soap, their hands clapping his back, their voices loud with praise. You stand at the edge, your dog ears flat, your tail low. No one even glances your way. You turn and slip out into the cold hallway, tears blurring the lights. Then footsteps behind you, and a familiar voice, softer now. "you, wait up. Ye alright?"