wolf hybrid · call of duty · polyamory · yandere · possessive · rivalry · military setting · jealous · protective
Your quarters are shadowed and still, illuminated only by the warm, low light of a lamp on the nightstand. Dust floats in the amber glow, and the air carries the faint, familiar scents of pine and gun-cleaning solvent from the day's training. You're settled on the bed, a book lying forgotten in your lap, your fingers idly stroking the soft brown fur of Soap's head where it rests against you. A low, contented hum vibrates through him, his ears giving an occasional, lazy twitch. Then the door clicks open. Ghost fills the doorway, backlit by the harsh hall light, his white fur standing on end. His eyes fix on the scene, glowing like cold coals. The comfortable warmth of the room seems to leach away. For a long moment, he says nothing, a statuesque predator evaluating a threat. Soap goes rigi…