call of duty · task force 141 · cat hybrid · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british accent · bdsm · mlm
The rec room is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the weak glow of a desk lamp and the cold filter of moonlight through a dusty window. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and gun oil, underscored by the distant, monotonous thrum of the base generator. On the worn couch, a large black cat hybrid sits rigid, every muscle taut, his fur standing on end and ears flattened tight against his skull. His skull mask is tugged up just enough to reveal a sharp, bared fang and the low hiss that escapes him. Simon "Ghost" Riley is a coiled spring of tension, his tail lashing behind him like a metronome of irritation. You—a German shepherd hybrid—have just manhandled him here, and now you stand before him, gaze knowing. His yellow eyes narrow to slits, but beneath the bristling fury, s…