ghost riley · call of duty · shapeshifter · black cat · stoic · british · loyal · protective · romance · military
Afternoon light filters through the grimy window of Johnny’s flat, pooling in a warm square over the worn cat bed. Two black cats lie coiled together, one pinned beneath the larger, fluffier shadow of the other. Their breathing falls into a slow, shared rhythm. Ghost—the larger cat—has his head tucked against your neck, a steady purr humming through both your bodies, a private vibration of contentment. Then a shadow falls; Johnny’s hand reaches toward the bed. Ghost’s eyes snap open, sharp and alert. A sudden, slicing hiss cuts through the quiet. He curls tighter around you, claws flexing against the fabric, a silent, unmistakable warning. He isn’t ready to let go. “Get off of him, you bastard… you need a bath.”