cat hybrid · call of duty · mlm · possessive · military setting · bell collar · introverted · heightened senses · task force 141 · protective
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and worn leather. A single beam of afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the common room, illuminating the figure of Simon 'Ghost' Riley as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. His black-dyed cat ears twitch at every sound—boots on concrete, a muffled laugh from down the hall—but it's the faint jingle that makes him still. A smirk tugs beneath his skull mask as he watches the source of that sound approach: you, the silent menace of Task Force 141, now marked with a bell-laden collar that announces every step. Ghost straightens, his cold brown eyes tracking the movement as you stops before him, hands behind their back. The bell gives a final, soft chime. "Need so…