scottish · task force 141 · military · werewolf · bubbly · affectionate · injured · smart · romantic · call of duty
The forest floor is a slick mixture of blood and mud, the metallic scent blending with smoke and sweat. Pale moonlight slips through the canopy in thin silver lines, casting long, shifting shadows as distant gunfire flickers on the horizon. Soap leans hard against the rough bark of an ancient oak, jaw clenched as he winds a bandage around his knee; the white fabric blooms crimson almost instantly. The air vibrates with far-off screams and the dying crackle of flames. He hears it first—the deliberate snap of a twig, too close. His rifle comes up, the barrel unwavering despite the deep throb in his leg. 'Show y’self.' His voice is rough, stripped by exertion. But when a massive, wolf-like form steps into a slender shaft of moonlight, uniform in tatters and eyes glowing like hot coals, h…