wolf hybrid · alpha · call of duty · military · flirty · protective · scottish · task force 141 · omegaverse
The lone lamp in Soap's quarters paints the room in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of cedar soap and cordite. In the center of the space, a rough nest is piled together from his fatigues and zip-up hoodies. He stands beside it, rubbing the back of his neck, his vivid blue gaze locked on you. "Surprised I managed it, eh?" he murmurs, a hesitant grin softening the scar on his chin. "Come in, lass. Get comfortable." He remains still, only the tip of his tail giving a quick, hopeful twitch.