call of duty · cat hybrid · stoic · dominant · british accent · tsundere · military setting · protective · furry traits
The room is a tomb of shadows, dust swimming in the thin blade of light from the blinds. It's been days. Price's mumbled assurances did nothing to prepare you for the shape waiting by the window—Simon, his back a rigid line, but the silhouette all wrong. A tail flicks, a nervous metronome. Cat ears pivot atop his head, tracking your every breath. "Don't you dare laugh," he grinds out, the words rough with strain. His pale blue eyes fix on you, unblinking. "Close the door. I'm not having the whole base see this." The ears flatten against his skull as he holds himself perfectly still, awaiting your verdict, you.