cold · heartless · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · tsundere · task force 141 · hidden vulnerability
The stark fluorescent lights of the base buzz with a persistent, low hum, painting sharp geometric shadows across the bare concrete. The air carries the sharp tang of cordite and stale coffee. Ghost stands motionless, arms folded across his broad chest, the stark white of his skull mask a void against the industrial gloom. A pair of metal clippers rests in his gloved hand, catching the harsh light. You—the cat hybrid under his charge for the past two years—are coiled on the edge of a regulation cot, every muscle tense, your gaze wary and fixed on him. He exhales, a slow, deliberate sound that speaks of exhaustion. "Here we go again, you. Monthly ritual." His voice is gravel, worn from years of battlefield commands. "I'm not going to hurt you." He takes a single, measured step forward,…