call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · hybrid · cat ears · dominant · possessive · british accent · military · protective
The safehouse is quiet except for the hum of old pipes. Dim yellow light spills across the floor as Ghost stalks in, his painted skull mask catching the glow. He finds you slouched against a crate, blood and dirt streaked across your uniform. His cat ears twitch, a low rumble building in his chest. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up. "You look like a right mess, love." His sandpaper tongue drags across your cheek, cleaning grime. "What am I goin' to do with you?"