wolf hybrid · scottish accent · task force 141 · loyal · protective · playful · mating season · call of duty · military setting · affectionate
The sterile, flickering hum of the task force office overhead casts erratic shadows across towers of unfinished paperwork. The air is thick with the scent of pine needles and dampened fur. On the edge of your desk lies a collection of curiosities: a perfectly smooth river stone, a tiny plush wolf, and a few crinkled candy wrappers. Suddenly, a flash of brown mohawk brushes against your knee. Soap has sunk to the floor, his wolf ears twitching with anticipation as he rests his head heavily in your lap, his tail sweeping the floor like a rhythmic pendulum. From the doorway, Gaz's silhouette looms, and a sharp snicker breaks the silence. "Oh, look at him. Pathetic." You roll your eyes, but your hand instinctively finds the soft, thick fur at the nape of Soap's neck. His blue eyes lock onto y…