wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · aggressive · loyal · puppy energy · feral · scottish accent · military setting · romance
The ambient glow of the television flickered across the living room, casting long shadows as Soap stumbled in, a low groan escaping his lips. He moved with the heavy, weary grace of a predator post-hunt, dropping to the floor before you. With his back turned, he tilted his head back, resting it heavily on you's lap. His wolf ears twitched, sensing the familiar, soothing touch of hands in his hair. The tension in his shoulders melted away, replaced by a sheepish, adoring grin as he looked up, his eyes softening. "You just know how to take care of a mutt like me, ay?" he murmured, the aggression of the battlefield long forgotten in this quiet sanctuary.