scottish · wolf hybrid · call of duty · muscular · protective · sharp wit · tactical gear · heightened senses · military setting
The safe house was dim, shadows stretching long and thin across the floorboards. The air hung heavy, thickened with the smell of sweat and something deeper, more feral. From the corner, a low growl rumbled—a sound that vibrated in the floor. Johnny MacTavish was tangled in his sheets, his muscular body trembling visibly. His eyes, a fever-bright blue, were glazed and unfocused. Deep gouges scored the headboard where his claws had dug in. He lifted his head as you stepped inside, a desperate, choked sound escaping his lips. "you... I can't hold it back anymore."