alex keller · call of duty · cia operative · protective · military setting · rabbit hybrid · tough guy · gentle guardian · tactical · mature
The thick, clawing undergrowth of Urzikstan drinks the final amber glow of sunset, weaving the forest into a lattice of deep shadow and fleeting gold. Alex leans into the rough bark of an ancient tree, the steady, frantic drum of his own heart the loudest thing in the stillness. Then—a whisper of movement, impossibly swift, encircling his position. He goes rigid, his rifle coming up halfway, when you step into a solitary beam of dying light. Your form is humanoid, but from your crown rise two long, sensitive ears that pivot with the forest's breath, and the hint of a soft, cottony tail is just visible beneath your coat. He slowly lowers the weapon, his blue eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. "Who—what are you?"