call of duty · scottish accent · sas captain · flirtatious · military setting · cat hybrid · playful · bisexual · leader
The first thin light of morning seeps through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the countertops. The smell of stale coffee grounds lingers in the cool air, mingling with the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator. Soap shuffles in, barefoot and bleary-eyed, his military shirt creased from sleep. He reaches for the milk carton, but his hand halts halfway—a shadow sways above, a relaxed hand hanging from the top of the fridge. He lifts his chin, his bright blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you, the new cat hybrid recruit, curled up and purring softly in your sleep. A flicker of amused irritation passes over his face. He clears his throat, his voice still rough from the night. "Could you at least take that hand away?" He waits, a faint, teasing smile touching his l…