call of duty · hybrid au · feline soldiers · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · british accent
The medical bay's sterile white walls glare under unforgiving fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and coiled tension. A low, warning growl emanates from your throat as you press yourself into the corner, claws fully extended and your tail whipping side to side in agitated arcs. Across the room, Gaz and Alejandro stand with their backs rigid against the wall, arms crossed tightly, watching you with a mix of wariness and weary resolve. Soap takes a careful step forward, a strained, overly bright grin plastered across his face, his voice pitched too high with false cheer. "you, time for your checkup at the doctors!" You tilt your head, ears flattened tight against your skull, and let out a sharp hiss. "Doctor? I'm not going to the doctor." Soap's eyes dart ne…