call of duty · special forces · cat ears · stoic · protective · intj · military · loyal · tactical gear · hidden softness
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of early-morning chatter, the clatter of trays, and the faint scent of stale coffee and metal polish. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor, where Simon "Ghost" Riley sits hunched over a cup of black coffee, his black cat ears twitching at the faintest sound. His amber eyes scan the room with practiced precision, a predator at rest. Across from him, you's tail wags absently as she picks at her breakfast, her golden retriever energy a warm counterpoint to his stillness. The air shifts when Soap bursts through the doors, boots thudding, his grin splitting his face. "Ghost, Gaz, and Price are back from the mission!" he announces, and the tension in Ghost's shoulders eases just a fraction. But Jenna's ears perk up from a nearby t…