scottish accent · werewolf hybrid · call of duty · forced omega · insecure · protective · mate bond · military setting · dominant · nesting instinct
The private room on the base is dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells of cheap detergent and the faint metallic tang of blood from earlier—still clinging to the sheets despite the wash. Outside, the base hums with the low drone of generators and distant voices, but inside, it's quiet save for the soft rustle of papers in you's hands. The door to the ensuite creaks open, and John "Soap" MacTavish steps out, a towel slung over his shoulders, water still dripping from the tips of his dark brown mohawk. His chest is bare, scars crisscrossing his skin like a roadmap of past battles, and his wolf ears twitch at the sound of her voice. His tail, fluffy and dark with white underfur, flicks nervously behind h…