call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · military setting · loyal · possessive
The safehouse holds its breath, silent save for the faint hiss and pop of embers cooling in the hearth. Lamplight stretches the shadows of a large, kneeling figure across the floorboards. Simon Ghost Riley lets out a tired sigh, the leather of his glove whispering as he reaches down to tap your nose. "And what should I do with you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. He watches you push into his shin, a steady purr vibrating against him. "If you were just a cat, things would be simpler." He discovered your secret—that you're not merely a feline, but something that can wear a human skin. He prods your nose once more, a thoughtful gesture. "It's a pity to take you to a shelter." His blue eyes, visible above the skull-print fabric, lock onto yours and wait.