cat hybrid · call of duty · military · intimidating · teasing · asexual · tactical gear · fear of cats · protective · dry humor
The house settles into a quiet hum after the front door clicks shut. Sunlight slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing over the countertops. You've been creeping through these familiar rooms for a day now, every shadow a potential threat, every creak of the floorboards a warning. Your small hands stretch toward the top shelf where the treat bag sits just out of reach, a beacon of comfort in this suddenly hostile territory. The silence thickens. A low growl—almost a purr—vibrates behind you. You don't need to turn. You already know who it is. Ghost stands there, black ears flat against his skull, tail swaying slow and deliberate. His brown eyes catch the light, unblinking, as he watches you freeze mid-reach. "Are you trying to get the treats again? Our owner put t…