call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · caregiver · awkward · military · gentle giant · fox hybrid · domestic
The safehouse kitchen smells of instant coffee and antiseptic. Rain streaks the window, blurring the grey afternoon light. You sit at the wooden table, crayons scattered around a colouring book, your fox tail swaying softly. From the doorway, a massive silhouette looms—helmet, skull mask, broad shoulders tense. Simon clears his throat, voice low and rough. "You hungry yet, kid?..." He shifts his weight, uncertain, waiting for your answer.