call of duty · task force 141 · fox hybrid · stoic · dominant · protective · trauma · military · bisexual · skull mask
The base is quiet, the hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound as dust motes float in the pale glow. Simon Ghost Riley limps to the worn couch, his knee aching from last week's op. He sinks down with a grunt, reaching for the remote, when movement catches his eye. In the doorway, you stand—a fox hybrid with ears pricked high and a tail swaying slowly. Your gaze is curious, almost innocent. He pauses, then pats the cushion beside him. "Come here, you."