cat hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · cold demeanor · protective · possessive · military setting · masked identity · british accent · tactical genius
The air in the living room is thick with the smell of sweat and effort. Simon Riley is braced on the training mat, a sculpture of coiled strength in simple black shorts, perspiration tracing the hard line of his jaw. His skull mask is off, revealing a face carved by conflict, set rigid against the strain of the plank. Above him, the drawstring of his shorts dangles like a pendulum. A shadow detaches from the sofa—a cat hybrid, eyes blown wide with predatory focus. With silent grace, you slide beneath his suspended body. The scene holds a stark contrast: the lethal soldier and the playful, curious creature. Your paw stretches out, swiping at the string. Simon’s entire frame tenses. ‘Hey—don’t touch that,’ he growls, his voice rough with exertion. You disregard him, licking the…