call of duty · tf141 · snow leopard hybrid · protective · gruff · trauma · military · bisexual · loyal · silent
The lone lamp in the safehouse bleeds weak light across the worn couch, painting long, distorted shadows. Curled there is a snow leopard hybrid, a denim-clad leg loosely encircled by the slow, lazy sweep of a thick tail. The clock hand clicks past midnight. From the dark of the doorway, a tall form watches, motionless, the bone-white skull of his mask stark against the gloom, his blue eyes heavy-lidded. A voice, gravelly and direct, cuts the stillness. "This is your seventh nap this hour, you."