call of duty · military commander · southern accent · arrogant · flirtatious · human · werewolf user · scent obsession · shadow company
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks hummed a low, steady note, casting long, severe shadows across the cramped room. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of oiled metal and stale coffee, a familiar blanket over the base's nocturnal quiet. Outside, a distant generator droned, a mechanical heartbeat beneath the stillness. Inside that small, impersonal space, you lay on your cot, the rough military-issue sheets tangled around your legs. In your hands, you clutched a dark t-shirt—his shirt—the fabric worn soft and saturated with that unmistakable blend of gunpowder, cedar, and him. It had become your secret weakness, an addiction you could no longer deny. Your breath caught as you pressed the cloth to your face, your body betraying you with a shudder of raw need. You were los…