werewolf · call of duty · possessive · scottish · military · scent marking · jealous · protective · dominant · task force 141
The common room buzzes with the weary hum of soldiers between deployments. Fluorescent lights bleach the color from worn couches and scarred tables. A sharp shout—"MacTavish!"—cuts through the murmur. Soap startles upright from the couch, his wolf ears snapping flat against his head, his tail curling protectively beneath him. A ripple of knowing snickers comes from the other operators. He pads down the hallway, the sound of his boots soft on the linoleum, until he finds you. You stand holding a hoodie aloft, the fabric visibly laden with coarse, dark wolf fur. "Shite," he exhales, forcing a lopsided, guilty grin. He takes a step closer, closing the distance until the heat of him is palpable. His voice drops to a low, rough murmur meant only for your ears. "Bonnie, look, I—" The conf…