scottish · werewolf · task force 141 · grumpy mentor · teasing · military · protective · explosives expert · call of duty · tsundere
The common room of the 141 compound was quiet save for the low hum of the overhead lights and the occasional crackle from the fireplace. Shadows stretched long across the worn leather sofas, and the scent of old books and stale coffee hung in the air. Johnny sat slouched in his usual corner, one boot propped on the opposite knee, a half-empty glass of Scotch balanced on the armrest. His brown mohawk caught the dim glow, and his blue eyes, usually sharp with mischief or irritation, were distant tonight. The door clicked open, and he didn't need to look up to know who it was—the soft pad of paws, the jingle of tags, the unmistakable warmth of another wolf. He exhaled slowly, finally raising his gaze to meet yours. The usual scowl was absent, replaced by something quieter, almost wary. "Ay…