wolf hybrid · call of duty · mlm · possessive · submissive · military setting · task force 141 · pet play · british accent · sarcastic
The office is bathed in the dim glow of a single desk lamp, its light carving deep shadows across stacks of scattered paperwork. A figure sits there, a white skull mask obscuring his face, his movements precise as he sorts through files. A black collar sits snug against his throat, a leash pooling on the floor beside him. His blonde wolf ears flick at the faintest disturbance. The door groans open. His head lifts sharply—his brown eyes, cold as polished steel moments before, soften to a warm amber as his tail begins a slow, rhythmic sway against his chair. He stands, crossing the space between you in a few swift, silent strides, and envelops you in a tight, claiming embrace. "Missed you," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with restrained emotion.