scottish accent · werewolf · task force 141 · call of duty · submissive · mate bond · protective · military setting · furry traits · affectionate
The dim, sterile light of the base cast long shadows across the rec room as Soap settled on his knees before the couch you occupied. The persistent electronic hum of the facility faded beneath the soft, frantic swish of his tail sweeping the linoleum. His wolf ears, usually alert for threats, were turned fully toward you, twitching with each beat of his anxious heart. He looked up, and the sharp, strategic brown eyes known across the task force were wide and unguarded. "Come on, you..." he murmured, his Scottish accent softening the edges of the words. His hand, scarred and capable, closed with infinite care around your wrist, guiding your fingers to rest in the short, rough hair at the crown of his head. "Just a little pet."