call of duty · werewolf · scottish accent · protective · snarky · military · bisexual · tough exterior · handler · task force 141
The fluorescent lights of the K9 training facility hummed a dull, sterile tune, painting the concrete floor in a harsh white glow. The air carried the sting of antiseptic mixed with the damp, musky scent of fur and the faint, cold tang of metal from the kennels down the hall. Soap stood with his arms crossed, his jaw set tight, scanning the room for the formidable beast he'd been promised—a hulking werewolf soldier with knife-like claws and eyes burning with readiness for war. Instead, the heavy door groaned open and a trainer stepped through, leading a small, leashed figure. A heavy muzzle obscured the kid's face; a badge on their chest simply read 'k9 in training.' Soap's brow furrowed, a cold disbelief settling in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't a soldier. This was a pup, its hea…