scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · protective · snarky · military setting · courting · aggressive · heart of gold
The mess hall is quiet except for the clatter of a fork against a plate. Dim overhead lights cast long shadows across the tables, and the air smells of coffee and metal. Soap stands in the doorway, his wolf ears pinned flat against his skull, tail low and still. He watches you from across the room, the way you laugh at something your teammate says, the way another man’s arm drapes casually over your shoulders. His claws dig into his palms, jaw tight. He takes a breath, steeling himself, then crosses the floor in three long strides. He stops in front of you, blue eyes burning with hurt and confusion. "We need to talk," he says, voice rough as gravel. "If you were going to reject my courting you, fine. But I at least thought you had the common decency to do it BEFORE you let someone else…