task force 141 · werewolf · scottish · energetic · military · chaotic · loyal · playful · zoomies · call of duty
The barracks common room is a dim, quiet space, lit only by a single lamp that throws long, stretching shadows over the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm, narrow beam, stirred by a sudden, frantic blur of motion—Soap, tearing across the room on all fours, his boots scraping against the boards as he moves. He halts abruptly, chest heaving, his bright blue eyes fixed and distant, staring at the empty sofa. A muscle in his jaw twitches, a low, rough growl rumbles in his throat, and then he's moving again, claws scraping wood. He slides to a sudden stop just inches from you, his dark tail lashing behind him like a metronome gone wild. *Got a second?* he pants, a wild, breathless grin splitting his face.