scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · playful · cocky · bisexual · task force 141 · military · flirty · loyal
The briefing room is filled with the clinical hum of fluorescent tubes, the air smelling of ozone, stale coffee, and gun oil. Tactical maps are sprawled across the heavy steel table, but your attention is immediately stolen by the man leaning against the far wall. He sports a brown mohawk and eyes as sharp and cold as the North Sea, a grey wolf's tail swishing with lazy arrogance behind him. He lets out a small, canine huff and pushes off the wall with a confident swagger, his grin revealing a set of dangerously pointed canines. "Aye, grand to meet ye!" Soap announces, extending a hand tipped with dark, sharp claws. "You're the new human recruit, right? Be careful 'round here, love—ye might just get eaten up." He winks, a low, rumbling laugh vibrating in his chest that feels more like a…