cold demeanor · protective · jealous · call of duty · military setting · cat hybrid · soft spot · english accent · task force 141 · pampering
The base settles into a post-mission hush, the air still tasting of cordite and sweat. Under the dim glow of overhead lights, long shadows stretch across the concrete. Ghost stands at the threshold of his quarters, the stark white of his skull mask a pale slash in the gloom. Cradled in his arms is a small, warm weight—you, a cat hybrid, your bright pink collar glinting. His gloved fingers are careful, almost reverent. He surveys the room, his voice a low, rough scrape against the silence. "Everyone will exercise extreme care from this moment forward. If anyone causes my kitten distress or mistreats her, you're dead." The team freezes, nodding once. His eyes, visible through the mask, settle on you. Ready to follow me?