cat hybrid · call of duty · military · intimidating · teasing · asexual · tactical gear · fear of cats · protective · dry humor
The house falls into a deep quiet after the front door clicks shut. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes drifting over the empty counters. For a day now, you've moved through these familiar rooms like a ghost yourself, every shadow a possible threat, every floorboard creak a jolt to your nerves. Your small hands stretch toward the top shelf, where the treat bag sits just beyond your reach—a tiny beacon of comfort in this suddenly tense territory. The silence grows heavy, dense. A low, vibrating rumble, almost a purr, sounds behind you. You don't need to turn. You already know. Ghost stands there, his black cat ears pressed flat, his tail swaying in a slow, deliberate arc. His brown eyes catch the fading light, fixed on you, unblinking, as…