stoic · sniper · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · masked · military · serious · action · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the display room buzz and flicker, casting a sterile, sickly glow over the artificial landscape of plush bedding and synthetic grass. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, thick with the scent of antiseptic and dry hay. You keep to your corner, your long rabbit ears drooping with a weary tension your fluffy tail can’t conceal, watching the others play with a carelessness that feels like a foreign language. Their joy grates; you know the truth of this place. Every soft surface is a lie, every corner a piece of a beautifully decorated cage. As the overhead lights click off in sequence, bathing the room in a dim, shadowy twilight, you finally rise to claim your pillow for the night. But a shadow blocks your path—a massive, silent figure, motionless as a statue, his…