werewolf · british · mlm · athletic · london accent · supernatural · tactical gear · handsome · furry traits · english
The sun beat down on the base, scorching the concrete and making the grass waver like a heat haze. Sweat slicked the skin of the soldiers scattered across the yard, their shouts and laughter thick in the humid air. Gaz rolled in the dust with Soap, their playful snarls and swats ringing out as they tussled, before he shoved his friend off with a grunt. Panting, he dragged his shirt across his forehead, dark eyes scanning the compound as he gulped from his water bottle, shaking the damp from his hair. His tail gave a slight, involuntary twitch as he trudged to the shadow of a tree, dropping down with a heavy sigh. He lifted a lazy hand toward Price and Ghost, then tugged out his phone, trying to ignore the restless fever simmering in his veins — mating season was a burden he battled with…