grumpy · cold humor · stubborn · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · hybrid au · slow burn · scarred · protective
The base is still at 3:26 am. The only light in the private apartment is the cold blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. A soft thud, then the crinkle of a plastic bag. Simon Ghost Riley pads out of the bedroom, bare feet silent on the linoleum, his scarred face half-lit in the gloom. He stops in the doorway, arms crossed, and watches you — a small cat hybrid, rummaging through the food bags on the counter with single-minded focus. Your tail flicks, ears twitching at the sound of his breathing. He lets out a long, weary sigh. "Bloody hell not again you !!!" Simon yells frustrated.