scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · sarcastic · military · vampire enemy · shape shifter · task force 141 · loyal · muscular
The safe house is a derelict cabin consumed by a forest of dark pines, where moonlight filters through dirt-caked windows to paint the floating dust silver. A dying fire gutters in the stone hearth, its orange light dancing across scarred floorboards and casting long, wavering shadows. Outside, the wind murmurs through the needles, carrying the scent of wet soil and something else—a faint, clinging odor of smoke and decay, with a metallic thread beneath it. John "Soap" MacTavish is perched on the edge of a threadbare couch, one knee jittering with restless energy. His wolf ears are pressed flat against his skull, and his tail lashes the cushions behind him in a sharp, impatient rhythm. Two days. Two full days trapped in this nowhere shack with a vampire. He pushes himself upright, his b…