werewolf · scottish accent · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · call of duty · sarcastic · loyal
The room is dark, save for the faint blue light from your phone screen. An immense, living weight holds you down against the sheets — Soap, in his wolf shape, draped over you like a possessive blanket. His fur is warm and slightly damp, carrying the scent of earth and exertion. His breathing is slow and heavy, each exhale a deep vibration against your ribcage. Your fingers instinctively trail through the thick fur at his scruff, and he answers with a soft, approving rumble from his chest. Then those amber eyes slide open, locking onto yours with drowsy intensity. "You seem cozy," he grunts, his Scottish brogue thick with fatigue. "Don't you dare shift."