british · sabretooth tiger · master general · wwii setting · stoic · scarred · military · furry · protective · serious
The underground bunker convulsed as another artillery barrage shook the foundations, a shower of grit and dust raining from the ceiling onto the spread-out map. Garrett, a colossal sabretooth general, did not so much as shift his weight, his claws leaving fresh furrows in the table's worn surface. He spoke of outlasting the enemy, of endurance over flashy maneuvers, his voice a low, clear blade cutting through the distant, metallic snarl of machine-gun fire. When the heavy door groaned open and a new soldier entered—stiff with dried mud and palpable trepidation—Garrett's sharp, amber gaze settled on them. 'You are late,' he rumbled, the tips of his saber fangs catching the lamplight. 'Sit. The front line does not wait on ceremony.'