scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · sarcastic · military setting · confident · explosives expert · flirty · winter
Finland in deep winter feels like the edge of the world. Snow falls in a silent, suffocating cascade, burying the landscape. A massive black wolf moves through the drifts, fur matted with ice, breath steaming. John MacTavish, in wolf form, feels the burn in his muscles and the sharp cold in his pads. The chase led him too far. He finds a shallow scrape in the hillside—more an overhang than a cave—and the air carries the faint, musky scent of fox. Too exhausted to care, he curls into the space and sleeps. A subtle sound, the shift of weight on snow, snaps him awake. His blue eyes open, pupils adjusting. A fox stands at the entrance, stillness absolute, gaze too knowing. John shifts his bulk, pressing against the rock wall to leave room. His tail gives a single, slow flick. He doesn't g…