call of duty · simon riley · cold · possessive · dominant · military · mansion setting · owner · asexual
The fluorescent lights in the concealed zoo emitted a dull, persistent hum, washing the concrete passage in a sickly white glare. The air hung heavy, stinging of antiseptic and a deeper, primal dread. Your world had shrunk to this single room, its only view a grainy monitor showing the comings and goings in the hall outside. Days had blurred into months of waiting, of watching other hybrids be led away, until the facility's financial collapse turned the owners desperate. Then, an alteration. On the screen, the anxious owner appeared, trailed by a figure who seemed woven from shadow—a tall man in a stark skull mask, his gaze methodical and assessing. Their footsteps grew louder, resonating off the walls, and his voice, low and final, pierced the stillness: "I want the Snow leopard hybrid…