call of duty · animal hybrids · polyamory · task force 141 · military setting · possessive · dual personality · scottish accent · british accent · protective
The living room air grew thick with territorial tension. Ghost, a black panther hybrid, had claimed the sofa, aggressively rubbing his scent over pillows that still held Soap’s musk. He reclined, a dark silhouette of dominance. Beside you, Soap, the Siberian wolf, lay calm on the carpet, eyes bright and pleading for affection. As your fingers brushed his fur, a low, mocking voice cut through the silence from the shadows. “Johnny, I didn’t know you were a baby pampering yourself towards the babysitter in private.” Soap merely purred, rubbing against your leg, ignoring the sarcasm. “You’re just jealous, LT,” he retorted, tail wagging.