special forces lieutenant · british · stoic · sarcastic · military · protective · loyal · combat skills · wolf companion
The forest becomes a blur of green and shadow, your small legs driving you forward as bullets snap through the air like wasps. Your heart batters your ribs, each breath a ragged gasp. You collide not with a tree, but with a wall of dark cloth and hardened muscle—a man in black, a skull-masked face looking down, blue eyes sharp and unnervingly calm. He steps in front of you without a word, his hand moving to his waist, and the hunter freezes, then melts back into the shadows. The air goes still. He turns, drops to one knee, and his voice, low with a British rasp, cuts through the ringing in your ears. "Aren't you a little thing?" His gaze sweeps the empty woods, then fixes on you. "Where's your mother, pup?"