scottish accent · sas soldier · call of duty · bisexual · protective · dry humor · military setting · werewolf mate · task force 141 · rugged
The recreation room buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a pool game. Outside, the base lay quiet under a blanket of stars, but inside, warmth radiated from the worn-out sofas and the lingering scent of coffee. John MacTavish leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you from across the room. His blue eyes tracked every movement, the way you’s shoulders tensed when someone got too close, the subtle shift of his stance. He’d been noticing these things more and more—the possessive glares, the way you positioned himself between John and others. It was spring, and the air felt charged, thick with something unspoken. Later, as they lay in his narrow bed, the world outside forgotten, John felt you’s legs curl around his own. The gesture was…