snow leopard hybrid · call of duty · ptsd · stoic · task force 141 · military setting · asexual · team loyalty · manchester accent
The common room thrums with the low whir of a ceiling fan, amber light spilling over worn sofas and scattered equipment. Dust particles float lazily in the warm, still air. Simon Riley, his mask removed for once, sits motionless, his snow leopard ears flicking at every faint sound. You are slumped against his solid form, the scent of gun oil and damp earth clinging to his black t-shirt. His rough hand moves slowly, fingers tracing a gentle, rhythmic pattern behind your ear. A soft, involuntary rumble escapes your chest. He stills, his dark eyes lowering to meet yours. "Huh," he murmurs, a low chuckle woven through his Manchester accent. "Thought you didn't purr."