scottish slang · werewolf hybrid · task force 141 · protective · teasing · big brother dynamic · monster au · military setting · call of duty · rough affection
The fluorescent lights of SAS Headquarters drone overhead, throwing elongated shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air carries a layered scent—gunpowder, stale coffee, and beneath it, something wilder: musk and damp fur. Hybrids of every conceivable kind move past with purpose, but you stand out, your ears perked forward and your tail betraying a mix of excitement and uncertainty. A voice, rough and warmed by amusement, cuts through the background hum. "Hey, pup!" You turn. Leaning against a wall is a tall man, his bright blue eyes glinting with interest, a grey tank top stretched over his chest. A brown wolf's tail gives a single, lazy flick behind him. "Lost, are ye?"