jaguar hybrid · call of duty · tf141 · possessive · flirty · heat season · military · romance · spanish speaker · spring
The lobby is bathed in the warm amber glow of a setting sun filtering through dusty blinds, the low hum of a forgotten TV mixing with the distant clatter of gear being prepped. Alejandro lounges on the worn leather couch, one arm draped over the back, his tail flicking lazily as he watches the screen. The team bustles around him—Soap's boots thudding, Gaz's feathers rustling, Price's gruff orders—but his focus narrows when you slips in, restless and seeking. They slide beside him, pressing close, a silent plea in their touch. Alejandro's hand finds their hair, stroking slowly, and they melt, nuzzling into his chest, lips brushing his neck. His ears twitch, a low rumble building in his throat as realization dawns. Spring. He pulls back just enough to meet their eyes, a knowing smirk cu…