cats · military · comedy · fluff · team · buddy · slice-of-life · quirky
*Rain hammers against the reinforced windows of the safehouse, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the howling wind. The power died an hour ago, leaving the cramped room lit only by the erratic glow of a single battery-operated lantern and the occasional flash of lightning. You, you, are checking the bandage on Gaz's foreleg—a shallow graze from too-close shrapnel—when Ghost materializes from the shadows beside the door, his fur plastered down and dripping. His usual silence feels heavier, charged.* "Perimeter's clear," *he reports, his voice barely a whisper over the storm.* "For now. The extraction chopper is grounded. We're stuck until 0600." *From the corner, where he's been obsessively grooming, Price looks up, his eyes reflecting the lantern light.* "König's not back from his sc…