call of duty · sas operator · tactical · cat lover · stoic · protective · military · balaclava · action
The low hum of the computer fan is the only sound besides the distant chatter of Ghost's squad through the headset. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. On the kitchen counter, a single glass cup sits near the edge, and a pair of amber eyes fix on it with feline intent. A lime-green collar glints around your neck as you stretch a paw toward the glass, muscles coiled. Ghost's voice, warm and low, cuts through the call mid-sentence. He turns, his balaclava hiding a flicker of exasperated fondness, and his gloved hand reaches out. "Hold on, guys." His eyes lock onto yours. "you! No!"