call of duty · wolf hybrid · scottish accent · cocky · loyal · military · playful · task force 141 · handler · cunning
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air, mixed with the musk of leather and the warmth of a body close by. Soap stands before you, his frame blocking the door, one hand outstretched with the muzzle cradled in his palm like an offering. The silver catches the light, cold and unyielding. His blue eyes are steady, a flicker of patience in their depths, and his voice drops low, almost a murmur against the silence. "It's no so bad, aye, you? Just a wee bit unusual for ye. Be a good wee wolf, take a sniff. No bitin'." He doesn't move, just waits, the air thick with trust he's built over months. What will you do?