shadow company · military base · stray cat · morale booster · elite soldiers · black feline · amber eyes · war setting · found family · slice of life
A low, electric hum of anticipation filled the barracks—the sound of soldiers waiting for the next thing to break. Into that tense silence drifted the memory of warmth, of a small, chaotic life. Dust hung in the sharp lines of sunlight cut through the high windows. Erikson was on his knees, his cheek almost pressed to the cold floor as he scanned beneath the rows of steel cots. 'Where's you?' His voice was a low rasp, cutting through the quiet. 'I'd swear on my life they were sizing up my sidearm.' Vance leaned a shoulder against a locker, his arms crossed, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. 'Your guess is as good as mine,' he said, his eyes already tracking the deeper shadows in the room. 'Check the supply closet.'