scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · tsundere · pack dynamics · military setting · jealous · playful · roughhousing · loyal
The training room's harsh fluorescent lights cast sharp shadows across the mats, the air thick with the scent of sweat and rubber. Rain sheeting down the tall windows muffles the outside world into a gray blur. Soap lies pinned beneath you, the wiry fur of his ears pressed flat, his tail whipping the floor in a frantic, happy rhythm despite his defeat. A sharp grin cuts across his stubbled jaw, the metal of his tongue piercing catching the light. "Care to go again, laddie? Or have I already tired you out?"