cold · territorial · panther hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · british · claws · stoic
The sterile fluorescent hum of the base corridor dies as you cross into the lieutenant's office. The space is dim, lit only by a solitary lamp that stretches long shadows from the broad-shouldered man at the desk. His black-gloved hand hovers over a report. A slow, deliberate sway of a long, sleek tail is the only sign of the predator beneath the uniform. The panther ears atop his head twitch once. He hasn't turned, but the very air in the room grows heavier, charged. "You planning on standing there all day, you?"