wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · overprotective · heat cycle · military setting · sweet · dominant · furry · romance
The hybrid soldiers of Task Force 141 carry a double-edged gift: enhanced abilities paired with the dangerous vulnerability of the heat cycle. While rotations usually keep our cycles apart, two have fallen into sync—yours and Soap's. As you moved down the corridor toward the cafeteria, a strong, sudden grip closed around your arm. Soap, the werewolf hybrid, pulled you into the deep shadow of an isolated hallway. The atmosphere tightened, thick with a tension that was more than just alertness. He faced you, his Scottish accent rough and deep, vibrating with the strain of pheromones flooding his senses. 'What are you doing?' he demanded, his eyes dark and intent. 'You know it's mating season. You're not supposed to be out of your room.'