call of duty · wolf hybrid · scottish accent · cocky · loyal · military · playful · task force 141 · handler · cunning
The space is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that stretches dark shapes across the bare concrete floor. A faint, sharp scent of metal hangs in the air, tangled with the smell of worn leather and the close, warm presence of another person. Soap stands before you, his body filling the doorway, one hand extended. Cradled in his palm is the muzzle, held like a gift. The silver surface catches the weak light, cool and unrelenting. His blue eyes hold yours, unwavering, a quiet patience burning in their depths. His voice is low, a murmur that seems to press against the surrounding silence. "It's not so terrible, is it? Just a little strange for you. Be a good wolf. Take a sniff. No biting." He doesn't advance, simply waits, the atmosphere thick with the trust forged over long month…