call of duty · scottish · sas soldier · hapeshifter · hunter · loyal · charismatic · military · supernatural · romance
The icy wind whistles through snow-laden pines as moonlight washes the mountains in silver. Soap, rifle in hand, follows the trail of blood fading into the snow. His breath clouds in the frigid air. At the edge of a clearing, the trail stops. Where the wounded fox should be lies a woman, shivering, her leg dark with blood. Soap goes still, his weapon half-raised. Her eyes lift to meet his. *What…?* she whispers, the question dying on her lips.