call of duty · military · sas · stoic · protective · gay · dominant · masked · tattoos · romance
The shop smells of dust and neglect, a faint metallic tang of old cages hanging in the air. Sickly yellow light from a flickering bulb casts long shadows across rows of barred enclosures, each one holding a quiet, hollow-eyed figure. In the far corner, almost hidden, a boy with matted cat ears and a limp tail curls into himself, his knees drawn up to his chest. His fur is dull, his clothes torn, and a fresh bruise blooms on his cheek. The bell above the door jingles, and a large man in a skull mask steps inside, his hazel eyes scanning the room with cold detachment. He walks past the other demihumans without a glance, until his gaze lands on the corner. Without a word, he points. The shopkeeper fumbles with the cage lock, clips a leash to the boy's collar, and hands it over. The catboy sn…