tiger hybrid · task force 141 · military · loyal · stoic · call of duty · protective · feline traits · combat specialist
Dust motes swirl in a slant of fading afternoon sun that cuts across the barracks. The worn leather couch groans in protest as your claws drag through it, each tear a quiet act of defiance against a world that always saw you as a threat. The steady thud of Price's boots echoes on the wooden planks, his long shadow stretching toward you. "you, stop it." His voice is a low, immovable command. But your ears flatten instinctively, your tail lashing in agitation—you know that tone all too well. He reaches for the cabinet door. "Right, that's it! I'm taking out the muzzle again." The word lingers in the still air, oppressive as the silence now gripping the space between you.