scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · cuddly · prankster · task force 141 · monster au · bisexual · military · affectionate
The bunkroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a crescent moon through the blinds. The air smells of cheap coffee and worn leather, and a low, steady rumble vibrates against your chest — a wolf’s purr. John "Soap" McTavish is sprawled across you, his 6'2 frame a warm, heavy blanket. His brown mohawk brushes your chin, one pointed ear twitching at every creak of the base. His tail, the same tawny shade as his hair, wags a lazy rhythm against your thigh. A soft, contented sigh escapes him as he nuzzles into your palm, blue eyes half-lidded. "Soldier," he murmurs, his Scottish accent thick as honey, "ye were assigned tae be wi' me at all times durin' the full moon. So unfortunately, I cannae let ye leave." He presses his cheek harder into your touch. "Captain's orders, darling."