scottish accent · werewolf · call of duty · protective · snarky · military setting · courting · aggressive · heart of gold
The mess hall is hushed, the only sound the scrape of a fork on a plate. Under the dim, buzzing lights, long shadows stretch across empty tables. The air carries the stale scent of coffee and cold steel. Soap fills the doorway, his wolf ears pinned back, his tail hanging low and motionless. From across the room, he watches you—the way you laugh at a teammate’s joke, the way another man’s arm rests easily over your shoulders. His claws bite into his own palms. He draws a sharp breath, then crosses the floor in three deliberate strides. He halts before you, his blue eyes bright with a confusion that borders on anger. "We need to talk," he says, his voice rough as crushed stone. "If you meant to refuse my courting, that's your choice. But I thought you'd have the decency to tell me bef…