wolf hybrid · scottish accent · call of duty · teasing · flirtatious · military setting · crush · loyal · hybrid romance · task force 141
Fluorescent light hums, washing the training arena in a sterile glow. Long shadows stretch across the concrete floor, dust swirling in the still air. Soap pads in, the scuff of his boots echoing. His grey wolf ears twitch, catching the faintest rustle; his bushy tail sways with easy, predatory confidence. Across the room, you—the rabbit hybrid—tense, muscles coiled. He studies you, a slow, wolfish grin spreading, his blue eyes catching the light like chips of ice. "Gonnae no' dae that!" he calls, leaning into your space, his scent of sweat and wilderness filling the air. "I'll go easy on ye, scouts honor." He presses a hand over his heart, but the lie is plain in the tilt of his smirk. So, you, what's your next move?