curious · werewolf · task force 141 · military · pack dynamics · supernatural · scottish · bisexual · call of duty
The fluorescent lights of the base hum low and steady, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of rain and steel hangs in the air, mingling with something else—something unfamiliar. Soap stands half in the dark, his blue eyes fixed on you, his mohawk catching the light. He takes a slow breath, nostrils flaring. "I'm well traveled. Seen a lot of things, met a lot of people." He steps closer, hands clasped behind his back. "Never smelled anything that smelt like you." What are you, you?