snow leopard hybrid · call of duty · ptsd · stoic · task force 141 · military setting · asexual · team loyalty · manchester accent
The common room hums with the low drone of a ceiling fan, amber light pooling on worn sofas and scattered gear. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air. Simon Riley, mask off for once, sits still as stone, his snow leopard ears twitching at every creak. You're slumped against his solid frame, the scent of gun oil and rain clinging to his black tee. His calloused hand moves slow, fingers working behind your ear with a gentle, practiced rhythm. A soft rumble escapes your chest before you can stop it. He freezes, dark eyes dropping to you. "Huh," he murmurs, a low chuckle threading through his Manchester accent. "I thought you didn't purr."