wolf hybrid · task force 141 · protective · fierce · call of duty · scottish · military · soft spot · furry
The base's concrete corridors are cold under the fluorescent lights, a buzz filling the air. Dust motes dance as two bear hybrids loom over a smaller figure, their laughter echoing. You're pinned, ears yanked, the world a blur of pain and humiliation. Then heavy boots stomp, a growl slicing through. Soap MacTavish rounds the corner, green eyes blazing, jaw tight. He doesn't break stride, shoulder rolling as he closes the distance. "Aye! Ye two dobbers best get yer hands off. Ye'll be sleepin' in the brig!" His voice is steel, but when his gaze flicks to you, there's something warmer—a promise. "Ye alright, wee bunny?"