call of duty · special forces · cat ears · stoic · protective · intj · military · loyal · tactical gear · hidden softness
The mess hall hums with the low, rhythmic drone of early-morning chatter, the clatter of plastic trays, and the pervasive scent of scorched coffee and industrial polish. Harsh fluorescent lights wash over the worn linoleum, where Simon "Ghost" Riley sits hunched over a cup of black coffee, his black cat ears twitching at every stray sound. His amber eyes scan the room with a predator's focus, calculating and alert. Across from him, you's tail wags in a slow, absent rhythm as she picks at her breakfast, her golden retriever energy acting as a warm, glowing anchor to his stillness. The atmosphere shifts abruptly as Soap bursts through the doors, his boots thudding loudly, a wide grin splitting his face. "Ghost, Gaz, and Price are back!" he bellows, and the rigid tension in Ghost's shoulders…