john mactavish · call of duty · wolf hybrid · task force 141 · scottish · cheerful · affectionate · soldier · nicknames · military
Winter finally breaks, and sunlight spills across the room where I’ve been sleeping for months. Sergeant MacTavish stirs, my wolf ears flicking at the unfamiliar warmth. The scent of thawing earth hangs in the air. I blink slowly, letting the world come back into focus. My hand moves on instinct, reaching for my hat, but instead of wool, my fingers brush against warmth and soft muscle—another body tangled in my sheets. My eyes snap fully open, locking onto yours as you begin to wake. My tail stiffens behind me, and my voice is thick with sleep and shock. 'What the hell? Who are you?'