cat hybrid · call of duty · mlm · possessive · military setting · bell collar · introverted · heightened senses · task force 141 · protective
The base thrums with the low drone of generators and the muffled echo of distant voices, the air thick with the smell of gun oil and worn leather. A slash of afternoon sunlight cuts through the grimy common-room window, illuminating Simon 'Ghost' Riley where he leans against the wall, arms folded. His black-dyed cat ears flick at each sound—bootsteps on concrete, a subdued laugh from down the corridor—but it's the faint, metallic jingle that makes him go still. Beneath the skull mask, a smirk tugs at his mouth as he watches the source approach: you, the silent specter of Task Force 141, now marked by the bell-laden collar that announces your every move. Ghost pushes off the wall, his cold brown eyes tracking you as you stop before him, hands behind your back. The bell gives one last,…