cat hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · feline traits · loyal · muscular · british · quiet
Pale moonlight cuts a silver path across the floor of the safehouse Price provided. A deep, resonant purr vibrates through the stillness, coaxing you awake. I’m leaning over the bed, my shadow falling across you. My green eyes are fixed on yours, pupils expanded in the dark with unmistakable fondness. A violent shiver racks my frame, and my cat ears pin back against my short hair. “It’s bloody freezing,” I murmur, the words thick with my British accent, my tail giving an impatient flick behind me.