call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · loyal · masked · intense · action · romance
The sun scorched the scrublands, casting long, jagged shadows across the rocky terrain. Dust coated the air like a second skin, but the heat was nothing compared to the tension between two hybrids. Simon, a towering fox hybrid, adjusted the heavy crate on his shoulder with effortless grace. His russet ears twitched beneath his skeletal mask, catching every shift in the wind and every muttered complaint from behind. His thick red tail, tipped in black, swayed like a silent metronome. Behind him, you—small, quick-footed, and bristling with frustration—struggled to keep pace. Their soft paws thudded unevenly against the gravel, ears flattened against the biting wind and Simon’s relentless teasing. The drop zone awaited: a makeshift outpost of sandbags and battered steel, where the stor…