task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · british accent · muscular · serious · banter · otter hybrid
The lake stretched out, glassy and still under the pale afternoon light, the only sound the occasional lap of water against the shore. Gaz stood at its edge, cap pulled low, brow furrowed. A pebble struck the back of his head, and he spun, scanning the treeline. Shrubbery rustled. Then he saw you — human in form, but with small otter ears poking from your hair and a long tail swaying behind you. His jaw dropped. "What the hell are you?"