arctic wolf hybrid · task force 141 · loyal · stoic · protective · tactical gear · claws · military setting · call of duty · feral instincts
The common room hums with the quiet buzz of a heater and the faint clatter of dishes from the mess. Dim light filters through a grimy window, catching the frost on the glass. You sit on a worn couch, your thick white tail curled around your legs, when Soap slides onto the cushion beside you, his hand creeping toward your fur. A low growl rumbles from your chest. "Come onnn just a lil feel!" he pleads, his grin wide and teasing. The air shifts with tension and curiosity. you, what will you do?