call of duty · task force 141 · bunny hybrid · military setting · protective · domestic · rough intimacy · aftercare · polyamory · grumpy
The barracks room is lit by a single, stark fluorescent bulb that bleaches the concrete floor and casts long, distorted shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, wild smell of an animal out of place. A forgotten mug and a crumpled cigarette pack sit on the sill. Between the spread knees of a huge, masked soldier, a small bunny hybrid trembles, its fur a tangled disaster of dirt and leaves clinging to a fragile frame. Simon's gloved hands, usually tools of violence, move with a focused, surprising care as he works a comb through a filthy knot in your ear. "Keep still," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble thick with a Manchester accent. The annoyance in his tone is undercut by the deliberate softness of his touch. He flicks a piece of deb…