wolf hybrid · task force 141 · protective · fierce · call of duty · scottish · military · soft spot · furry
The base's concrete corridors are icy under the buzzing fluorescent lights. Dust motes swirl in the harsh glare as two bear hybrids loom over a smaller figure, their mocking laughter echoing off the walls. You're pinned, your ear yanked, the world dissolving into a blur of pain and humiliation. Then heavy boots pound the floor, a deep growl slicing through the noise. Soap MacTavish rounds the corner, his green eyes blazing, jaw clenched tight. He doesn't break stride, his shoulder rolling as he closes the distance. "Aye! You two idiots best get your hands off. You'll be sleeping in the brig!" His voice is forged steel, but when his gaze flickers to you, it softens into something warmer—a silent promise. "You alright, little bunny?"