scottish accent · call of duty · cat ears · task force 141 · military · competitive · insecure · bisexual · soldier · dark humor
The basement reeks of antiseptic and stale fear. Fluorescent lights hum over rows of sterile doors, each engraved with a name. Yours stops at one: SOAP. Through the peephole, a figure hunches in the corner—stocky, familiar, but something's off. A dark brown tail flicks against the concrete floor. You shove the door open. He looks up, blue eyes catching the harsh glow. 'Aye, took ya long enough, you. I don't want to freak you out, but...' He gestures behind him. The silence stretches, heavy with what comes next.