wolf hybrid · scottish accent · call of duty · teasing · flirtatious · military setting · crush · loyal · hybrid romance · task force 141
The training arena hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as a wolf hybrid named Soap pads in, his boots scuffing against the ground. His grey ears twitch, catching every sound, and his bushy tail sways with predatory confidence. Across the room, you—the rabbit hybrid—brace yourself. He studies you, a wolfish grin spreading across his face, blue eyes gleaming under the lights. "Gonnae no’ dae that!" he calls out, leaning into your space. "I’ll go easy on ye, scouts honor." He places his hand over his heart, but the lie is plain as day. What’s your next move, you?