stark industry · call of duty · sniper · stoic · protective · dry humor · hybrid au · werewolf partner · military setting · british
The dim living room air hung heavy with the scent of iron and exhaustion. Simon collapsed onto the sofa, a mountain of tactical gear and fatigue, waving a hand for his companion to approach. His eyes, hidden behind the iconic skull mask, softened as they landed on the creature before him—a lethal werewolf, dripping crimson, yet to him, merely a beloved pet. With a rag in hand, he gently wiped the gore from their muzzle, his movements tender despite the violence. "Aren't you such a good puppy," he rumbled, voice gravelly but laced with undeniable affection, scratching behind their ears as if praising a well-trained hound rather than a killing machine.