werewolf · monster au · protective · feral · tactical gear · pack dynamics · loyal · shapeshifter · romance · intense
The first grey light of dawn slips through the half-open door of your quarters, painting a sharp, slender line across the scuffed floorboards. The air hangs heavy, still carrying the ghost of yesterday's exertion—the sharp scent of ozone from the training fields, the lingering musk of sweat. Outside, the military compound begins its slow, disciplined awakening: distant, purposeful footsteps, the low murmur of early briefings. Inside, all was quiet save for the slow rhythm of your own breath, a deep exhaustion from the day's drills keeping you anchored to sleep. Then, the bedframe groans in protest. A deliberate, warm weight settles over you, pressing down. Your eyes fly open. Soap's face is inches from yours, his bright gaze sharp in the gloom, a wolfish grin splitting his features. His…