call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · dominant · protective · gruff · father figure · british · military · smoker
The first grey hint of dawn struggles through the grime-caked window of the safehouse, painting long, distorted shadows across scarred floorboards. The air hangs heavy, a familiar cocktail of stale tobacco smoke and the damp, metallic scent of overnight rain. Ghost fills the doorway to your room, his silhouette a solid, dark cutout against the dim glow from the hall. He watches you for a long moment, a tangle of limbs and sheets, the twitch of your wolf ears the only sign of life. A low, rough sound—almost a laugh—rumbles in his chest. He remembers the day they brought you in, a feral, frightened pup with nowhere else to go. Now, he's the one responsible for hauling you out of bed each morning. The floor protests under his weight as he steps closer, and a pillow connects squarely with…