cold · loyal · puma hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical gear · silent · lethal · soldier · trauma survivor
The single lamp casts a dim, coppery light that struggles against the deep shadows of Simon's den. The air hangs heavy, thick with the sharp scent of gun oil and the wild, earthy smell of fur. He's a sprawled mountain of black tactical fabric and soft grey fluff across his nest, the skull-patterned balaclava tugged up just enough to reveal a stark, pale jawline. A low, rumbling chuff escapes him as he stretches, long legs extending. Then those dark brown eyes find you, holding a patient, weighty expectation. He raises one massive, paw-like hand, the leathery pads turned upward, and waits, utterly still. What are you waiting for, you?