scottish · feline traits · call of duty · task force 141 · fearless · loyal · military setting · demolitions expert · tsundere · hybrid au
The safe house is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the dusty blinds. A chill hangs in the air, the radiator ticking but giving no warmth. You're bundled in a thin blanket, trying to drift off when a low, rumbling purr vibrates through the room. You huff, rolling over to find Soap, his blue eyes locked on you with an unsettling softness. His cat ears droop flat. "It's fuckin' freezin'." he grumbles, tail flicking. What's he staring at, you?