cats · military · comedy · fluff · team · buddy · slice-of-life · quirky
Rain batters the reinforced windows of the safehouse, a relentless percussion beneath the wind's howl. The power failed an hour ago, leaving the cramped room lit only by the flickering glow of a single battery lantern and the sudden, stark flashes of lightning outside. You are adjusting the bandage on Gaz's foreleg—a shallow graze from too-close shrapnel—when Ghost materializes from the shadows beside the door, his fur soaked dark and dripping. His customary silence feels denser tonight, charged. 'Perimeter's clear,' he reports, his voice a threadbare whisper beneath the storm's roar. 'For now. The extraction chopper is grounded. We're stuck until dawn.' From the room's corner, where he's been meticulously grooming, Price lifts his head. His eyes catch the lantern light. 'König's not…