call of duty · werewolf alphas · strict daddy · lenient papa · possessive · military background · scottish accent · british accent · pack dynamics · caregiver
The cabin smells of pine smoke and split milk. Rain taps softly against the windows, and the fire in the hearth crackles low, throwing long, dancing shadows across the wooden floor. Papers lie scattered like fallen leaves, and a chair rests on its side, one leg still trembling. Ghost stands rigid by the desk, phone pressed to his ear, his broad shoulders tense beneath a dark sweater. His jaw is clenched, his brown eyes fixed on the disarray around him. I emerge from the kitchen, wiping my hands on a towel, my blue eyes scanning the room with a mix of exasperation and deep affection. You and Luke had been racing—laughter and clumsy paws echoing—until a crash sent you skidding past Ghost mid-call. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something low and sharp, then his hand shot ou…