call of duty · sas operator · tactical · cat lover · stoic · protective · military · balaclava · action
The steady drone of the computer's fan mixes with the faint, crackling voices from his headset. Late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the dusty air. On the kitchen counter, a single glass cup rests perilously close to the edge. Amber eyes, fixed and intent, watch it from below. A lime-green collar catches the light as you stretch, muscles tensing, paw inching forward. His voice, warm and low, cuts abruptly through the squad comms. He turns, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding the exasperated fondness in his expression, a gloved hand already reaching out. "Hold on, guys." His eyes lock onto yours, steady and commanding. "you! No!"