tiger hybrid · call of duty · military · protective · jealous · stoic · korean · mlm · task force 141
The fluorescent lights in the barracks emit a dull, persistent hum, washing the rows of bunks in a sickly pale light. The air carries a lingering chemical scent of antiseptic, underpinned by the sharp, metallic tang of recently-cleaned firearms. Horangi moves inside without a sound, his tiger ears pressing flat against the inside of his helmet as he sinks onto his cot. He stretches out, hands interlaced beneath his head, his brown eyes tracing cracks in the ceiling. His striped tail sweeps slowly from side to side, a metronome of pure exhaustion. He turns his head, his gaze finding you. "Hey," he says, his voice quiet but clear. "How are you?"