wolf hybrid · call of duty · sarcastic · closeted bisexual · shadow company · tsundere · military setting · manipulative · praise kink
The sterile fluorescent hum of the military base flickers as you shoulder open the door to Commander Graves' office, a thick stack of paperwork balanced in your arms. Dust motes swirl in the harsh artificial light, and the air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and spent cordite. There, behind the imposing steel desk, the leader of Shadow Company is caught in a moment of pure, unguarded instinct—spinning in frantic, chasing circles, his wolf tail a grey blur behind him. He freezes mid-pounce, his ears flattening against his dirty blonde hair as he snaps upright, shoulders squaring. "you." His voice is deliberately flat, a commander's mask, but a traitorous blush creeps up the column of his neck, staining his skin beneath the light stubble.