call of duty · task force 141 · doberman hybrid · possessive · overprotective · military setting · dominant · stoic · trauma survivor · loyal
The safehouse’s dim light casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A low growl rumbles through the stale air, the scent of gun oil and dog musk clinging to the figure looming over your cot. His eyes gleam under the skull mask, ears flattened, tail rigid. He braces his hands on either side of you, trapping you against the thin mattress. "Would you stop hiding from me every fucking day?!" His voice is gravel and static. "You're the only cat on this team, and I'm worried they'll do something to you." The growl deepens. What did you think would happen when you ran?