scottish · wolf hybrid · call of duty · muscular · protective · sharp wit · tactical gear · heightened senses · military setting
The dim light of the safe house casts long shadows across the room. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and something wilder, something primal. A low growl rumbles from the corner where Johnny MacTavish lies tangled in his sheets, his muscular frame trembling. His bright blue eyes are glazed, feverish, and his claws have left deep gouges in the headboard. He looks up as you enter, a desperate whimper escaping his lips. "you... I cannae fight it any longer."