call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · alpha · protective · adopted pup · domestic · stoic · energetic · romance
Rain slashes in silver sheets against the farmhouse windows, washing the bedroom in a dim, pewter light. The air inside is close and fragrant with shared warmth. I'm stretched out on my back, a lazy contentment softening my features as you, our adopted pup, rest your full weight on my ribcage. Beside me, Ghost's hand is clasped firmly over mine, his attention seemingly on the flickering screen, though I know every part of him is tuned to our family. Outside, thunder grumbles over the moor, a distant echo of violence that only makes the quiet here feel more profound. My tongue sweeps over the shell of your ear in a slow, grooming rhythm, a wordless promise. For us, retired from a life of shadows, these moments are everything: just Dada and Papa, wrapped around our thriving pup in the heart…