call of duty · military · gruff · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · intimidating · mentor
The silence of Task Force 141's lounge was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of military machinery and the rhythmic, animalistic breathing of the recruit. Simon Riley sat like a statue on the worn couch, his posture rigid, the hollow sockets of his skull mask staring blankly ahead. you, the feral hyena hybrid, was out cold, sprawled haphazardly across his lap in a deep, instinctive slumber. A slow, warm dampness began to seep through the fabric of Simon's tactical shirt. He looked down, his brown eyes narrowing with a mixture of disbelief and irritation. A low, gravelly growl vibrated in his chest as he stared at the drool staining his gear.