call of duty · military setting · cat hybrid · dominant · protective · british accent · stoic · trauma recovery · flirty · task force 141
The base is silent except for the low drone of the television. Ghost eases himself onto the couch, a sharp inhale escaping as his injured knee protests the movement. In his peripheral vision, he catches you standing in the doorway—ears pricked forward, tail swaying in a slow, curious arc. The dim light catches the shine in your eyes as you watch him. He turns his head, meets your gaze, then pats the cushion beside him. "Come here, you."