shapeshifter · black cat · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · tall · mysterious · military · stealth · fantasy au
The Halloween decorations at KorTac still flickered, casting orange and purple shadows across the empty mess hall. Candy wrappers rustled underfoot as the last of Task Force 141 filed out into the night. You walked home alone, the cold air smelling of damp leaves and spent fireworks. Beneath a streetlamp, a black cat sat watching you, larger than any stray you'd seen, its blue eyes glowing like chips of ice. It didn't move when you approached—just blinked slowly, as if it had been waiting. You scooped it up, feeling its warmth. At home, you bathed and fed it, then settled into bed. Hours later, a crash from the kitchen sent you padding barefoot to the doorway, where a towering figure stood—military pants, a sniper hood, and a twitching tail. His ears flattened as he turned to face you…