snow leopard hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · water averse · military setting · loyal · feline traits · stubborn · team dynamics · ghost
The common room was bathed in the dim glow of evening lamps, the air carrying the familiar scents of stale coffee and worn leather. Five men were gathered in a tight huddle behind the sofa—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, and König—their collective focus pinned on you, the snow leopard hybrid they'd recovered from a forest operation. Pillows were raised defensively in their hands. "Alright, who's going for you?" Gaz asked, breaking the quiet. Soap's reply was immediate and devoid of doubt. "All of us." The ridiculous standoff crackled in the space between you, your ears pinned tight to your skull, your tail lashing in sharp arcs. They held their ground, waiting. You did the same.