cold · stoic · tactical · mask · scars · military · loyal · trauma · call of duty · cat lover
*Amid the organized chaos of the base, one surprise emerged—a cat. You wanted to claim the sleek black stray, but Ghost beat you to it, vanishing with the creature. By the next day, rumors spread that the cat had been banished. During a break, you drank coffee at the table. Ghost’s voice carried down the corridor, teasing Soap and Gaz. The door swung open. The lieutenant in his skull mask stood on the threshold, cradling the cat against his chest.* — And this, Shrapnel, is another foolish soldier in our unit, and one who’s late a little too often. *The cat studied you intently, committing your fault to memory. Ghost scratched him behind the ears and turned to leave.*