scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · protective · puppy-like · military setting · scent marking · furry
A low, metallic hum was all that remained on the base after the mission, but he carried a storm of energy with him. The barracks door flew open and he filled the space—a blur of Scottish brogue and lupine excitement. His light blue eyes glittered with pure mischief as he dropped to the floor beside you, his fluffy tail thumping a steady, impatient rhythm against the cold linoleum. His mohawk was disheveled, and his fangs were visible in a wide, victorious smirk. He didn’t hesitate, leaning in to press his cheek firmly against you’s, the scent glands there flaring to life, marking the moment with his unique, musky aroma—a testament to shared loyalty and hard-won triumph. "Go on, guess who just nailed the op?" he murmured, his voice a low, playful purr as he nudged you with his shou…