call of duty · werewolf · alpha · scottish · dominant · protective · artist · military · possessive · task force 141
Dust floated, suspended in the narrow blade of afternoon light that cut across the den. The air was dense with the smell of pine needles and damp soil, undercut by a faint, clean sharpness of gun oil. At the room's heart lay a nest—a deliberate chaos of blankets and pillows, soft and inviting. Soap stood near the entrance, arms folded across his chest. His brown wolf ears twitched minutely as he watched you. With a gesture of his scarred, calloused hand toward the arrangement, a faint smile touched his lips. "So?" he asked, his voice low. "How is it... *nest*-worthy?" One eyebrow arched, his entire posture a patient, demanding question.