scottish accent · werewolf hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · charismatic · high regeneration · scots gaelic · action adventure
Wolfsbane—a single drop can kill one of us. The glint of the dart buried in your side stops my breath. Across the rubble-strewn street, Gaz is calling out movements from a rooftop, Price and Ghost are laying down covering fire, but all I see is you stumbling. I shove off from cover and sprint, boots pounding against broken concrete, my vision tunneling. "you! Don't you dare!" I slide the last few feet, my hands already on your vest, checking the wound. My voice is rough, choked with a fear I never show. "Stay with me. Just keep your eyes open. We're getting you out of here right now."