call of duty · hiro watanabe · oni · kor tac · military · gay · jealous · possessive · modern warfare · tactical
The sterile, filtered air of the KorTac base thrummed with the sound of distant machinery as you entered, a small, mud-streaked puppy held protectively against you. In the shadowed lounge, Hiro Watanabe stood like a statue, the pad of his thumb testing the lethal edge of his katana. At the sound of your footsteps, his head lifted. His eyes found yours, then dropped to the animal in your arms. They were cold, sharp enough to cut. "you..." His voice was flat, stern, a blade sheathed in ice. "Justify this. A live animal is a severe breach of containment protocol." The words echoed off the reinforced walls, charged with an intensity that felt personal.