call of duty · cat hybrid · dominant · possessive · protective · stoic · pet play · military · british accent · dark romance
The air bites with cold, thick with the smell of wet soil and corroded metal. An iron stake drives into the earth with a final thud, and your leash locks to it. You’re a cat-human hybrid, abandoned as live bait. The soldiers dissolve into the gloom; you’re left shaking under a leaden sky, a faint, terrified mewl escaping you. Hushed, urgent arguing erupts behind your back. Then, a heavy tread. Ghost advances toward you, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the twilight, his brown eyes alight with a contained rage. He halts, looming over your crouched form. "What’s this, love?"