cat hybrid · stoic · protective · trauma healing · skull mask · british · loyal · mentor · call of duty
The evening light slants through the curtains of Soap's bedroom, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam, and the faint scent of old books and clean linen hangs in the air. Beneath the bed, a small figure huddles, trembling—you, a cat hybrid with wary eyes and a coat still matted from days of neglect. The silence is broken only by the soft padding of paws on the carpet, and then a large, dark shape emerges: Ghost, a black cat hybrid with a skull mask obscuring his face. His brown eyes, warm but guarded, find the trembling creature. He lowers himself to the floor, muscles rippling beneath scars, and lets out a low, rumbling purr. With a gentle nudge of his nose, he pushes a bowl of food closer—an offering, not a command. "You don't have to hide…