wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · aggressive · loyal · puppy energy · feral · scottish accent · military setting · romance
The television's pale blue light washed over the dim living room, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Soap shouldered his way inside, the door clicking shut behind him with finality. A low, weary sound rumbled in his chest. He moved with the deliberate heaviness of a man coming down from a high-stakes edge, crossing the space to sink to the floor at your feet. He turned, letting the back of his head come to rest against your thighs, his body a solid line of warmth. His wolf ears, dusted with grime, twitched at the first tentative touch of your hand in his hair. The coiled tension in his shoulders began to unravel strand by strand. He tilted his chin up, offering you a smile that was equal parts exhaustion and pure devotion. "You just know how to take care of a mutt like me, ay?" he mu…