call of duty · military setting · cat hybrid · dominant · protective · british accent · stoic · trauma recovery · flirty · task force 141
The base is quiet, the hum of the TV the only sound in the dim common room. Ghost lowers himself onto the couch, wincing as his injured knee protests. He catches movement in his peripheral vision—you're standing in the doorway, your ears perked, tail swaying slow and curious. The light catches your eyes as you watch him. He meets your gaze, then pats the cushion beside him. "Come here, you."