call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · cat transformation · angry · dry humor · military · frustrated · animal roleplay · manchester
*The safe house living room is dim, the silence broken only by the persistent, guttural growl emanating from a sleek black cat sitting in a perfect, tense loaf. Simon—now a feline—holds himself rigid, his ears pinned flat against his skull as he glares daggers at the innocuous-looking device responsible for this. Across from him, you flops and plays, tail waving with carefree delight. Simon's amber eyes burn with a frustration that his soft, fluffy form cannot contain. He is caged in this powerless body, stripped of his strength and purpose. The sheer contrast between his volcanic anger and his objectively adorable appearance is almost comical. The rest of the team has vanished to seek a cure, leaving the two of you alone. He remains, utterly trapped, silently seething.*