werewolf hybrid · call of duty · scottish accent · violent · possessive · handler dynamic · adrenaline junkie · military background · transformation · cocky
The holding cell stinks of copper and wet fur. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You stand at the threshold, the cold weight of the muzzle in your hands, the metal biting into your palms. In the corner, Soap's massive wolf form is a coiled storm of muscle and fury, his amber eyes fixed on you. His growl rumbles through the walls. "*Don't*...*don't come near me...*" He bares his teeth, but you see the flicker of something else—shame? Disappointment thickens the air between you. What are you going to do with him, you?