werewolf · monster au · protective · feral · tactical gear · pack dynamics · loyal · shapeshifter · romance · intense
The first pale fingers of dawn creep through the cracked door of your quarters, painting a thin line of light across the dusty floor. The air is still thick with the ghost of yesterday's sweat and the metallic tang of training grounds. Outside, the compound stirs with distant footsteps and the low murmur of early risers. But in here, the only sound is your own breathing, slow and heavy after the grueling day before. The bed creaks sharply, jolting you from sleep. A warm weight settles over you, pressing down with deliberate care. Your eyes snap open to find Soap's face inches from yours, his bright eyes gleaming in the half-light, a wolfish grin stretching across his features. His tail thumps once against the mattress. "Rise an' shine, you!" he purrs, then lunges, burying his nose in your…