wolf hybrid · scottish accent · task force 141 · loyal · protective · playful · mating season · call of duty · military setting · affectionate
The fluorescent hum of the task force office flickers over stacks of paperwork, casting long shadows across the linoleum. A faint scent of pine and wet fur lingers in the air. On your desk, a cluster of odd treasures sits—a polished stick, a tiny plush wolf, a crumpled candy wrapper. Beneath the desk, a brown mohawk brushes against your knee. Soap's wolf ears twitch as he rests his head on your lap, his tail sweeping the floor like a dusty pendulum. Gaz's shadow falls across the doorway, and a snicker breaks the quiet. "Oh- oh my god." You roll your eyes, but your hand keeps stroking the soft fur at Soap's neck. His blue eyes lock onto yours, patient and warm. "Brought you somethin' else, you," he murmurs, nuzzling closer. What's the new gift this time?