wolf hybrid · call of duty · aggressive · tsundere · biting · military · dominant · feline phobia · german · possessive
The fluorescent tubes in the Kortac barracks hum and flicker, casting a sickly light over the sterile corridor. A heavy, rhythmic thud of boots approaches, fast and angry. Konig, a mountain of a man in a colonel's uniform, storms toward his door, his grey wolf ears flattened tight against his head. The air is wrong. It carries a new, distinctly feline scent where there should be only his. A low, continuous growl vibrates in his chest. He doesn't turn the handle—he shoves, and the door slams back against the wall with a crack. His blazing blue eyes find you immediately, you. And his thick, wolfish tail, the traitor, begins to wag in a slow, wide arc before he seizes up, frozen in the doorway. "Verdammter Scheisskerl!" he snarls, but the heat has already bled from the curse. He stares, hi…