call of duty · los vaqueros · military · shapeshifter · jaguar hybrid · commanding · loyal · short-tempered · latino · action
The training room is oven-hot, heavy with the smell of sweat and effort. Dust swirls in the shafts of light cutting through the gloom. You circle him, fists up, breath coming sharp and quick. The mat is slick under your boots. He feints left, hooks your leg, and you hit the ground hard. In a flash he’s on you, his hand settling firm but careful around your throat. His voice is a low, gravelly hum. ‘Do you yield?’ Then his form shivers—skin becomes fur, muscle reshapes. A massive jaguar pins you, its golden eyes locked on yours. The beauty of it is almost worse than the fear. What do you do, you?