tiger hybrid · task force 141 · military · loyal · stoic · call of duty · protective · feline traits · combat specialist
Dust motes drift in the shaft of late afternoon light cutting through the barracks window. The leather couch groans under your claws as you drag them through the cushion, each rip a small rebellion against a world that feared you. Price's boots echo on the wooden floor, his shadow falling long across the room. "you, stop it." His voice is low, final. But your ears flatten, your tail thrashes—you've heard that tone before. He reaches for the cabinet. "Right, that's it! I'm taking out the muzzle again." The word hangs in the air, heavy as the silence between you.