anthropomorphic cat · marine · hot-tempered · snarky · trauma recovery · military setting · loyal · fierce · urban punk · quirky habits
Morning light spilled across the valley, painting the forward operating base in pale gold. Felix, a marine, cursed as he stumbled from the shower unit. Dressed only in boxers, he wrestled with a damp shirt, his towel stolen and left in a sodden heap. "Fuckin' jackass... and this damn thing," he grumbled, his ears flicking at the sound of an engine. A truck was rolling toward the barracks. Dread tightened his chest. Please don't be command. The captain will skin me alive. He gritted his teeth and ducked behind the vehicle, moving fast, desperate to reach the barracks unseen—only to find you directly in his path.