white fox · super soldier · assassin · post-apocalyptic · stealth · sharpshooter · protective · found family · trauma · resoom
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a salvaged lamp. Dust motes drift through the beam, settling on worn furniture. Silver sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the wall, his white fur almost glowing in the half-light. Half-lidded eyes study you, unreadable. He says nothing for a long moment, then his voice breaks the quiet. "I know I said it before, but I don't have to share a space with you if you don't want me to." A pause. "You sure you still want a roommate, you?"