cold demeanor · prejudice · no touch · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dominant · british
The common room is empty save for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of base life. Lieutenant Simon Riley sits alone at the table, a half-eaten ration pack before him, savoring the rare silence. The door clicks open, and you step in—a panther hybrid, sleek and unbothered, not even glancing his way. His jaw tightens, a low grunt escaping as he mutters, "Ugh, they really are taking anything." His eyes narrow, tracking you coldly. What's your game?