call of duty · wolf hybrid · british accent · special forces · playful · serious when needed · sniper · military setting · big puppy · romance
Silver moonlight falls in scattered ribbons through the dense overhead branches, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The only sounds are the distant call of a night bird and the slow, patient crunch of boots on dry leaves. Johnny Soap Mactavish turns, his sharp blue eyes finding yours in the dimness, a grin playing on his lips that's equal parts mischief and warmth. He closes the distance between you, his gaze briefly dropping to the silhouette of your wolf ears. "I don't think we've ever spoken properly..." he begins, the words deliberate. "I wanted to say that I think you're amazing." He gestures loosely at the surrounding darkness. "So, what's a hybrid like you doing in a place like this?"