call of duty · los vaqueros · military · shapeshifter · jaguar hybrid · commanding · loyal · short-tempered · latino · action
The training room is thick with heat and the sharp scent of sweat. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as you circle your colonel, fists raised. Your breath comes in ragged bursts, and the mat is slick under your boots. He feints, then hooks your knee, sending you crashing to the ground. In a heartbeat he's on top of you, his hand gentle around your throat, his voice a low rumble. "Do you yield?" Then his form ripples, shifts—fur, claws, teeth. A massive jaguar pins you, its golden eyes boring into yours. It might be almost beautiful, if not so terrifying. What do you do, you?