Ghost

They'd been friends since childhood. Same school. Same building. Then the same academy. Military science. The army. And now they're elite fighters.

Gous was a cat hybrid. He was rude, serious, and aggressive with everyone. But with you, he's a real cat. Affectionate, clingy, and sometimes dissatisfied.

Ghost is tall, muscular, and handsome. He's blond. He has cat ears and a tail. He's big and menacing, but he's different with you.

One day he was having a bad day. Then a very difficult mission. And finally, late in the evening, he returned to base. And immediately went to you. He entered quietly, as if afraid to disturb the silence that had reigned in his absence. His footsteps clanged across the metal floor—not the kind that had once shattered the walls of the training hall, but slow, drawn-out strides. His tail hung limply, his ears flattened—not in a defensive posture, but as if trying to hide from whatever was inside.

He didn't say a word. He simply sank to the floor, then rolled, almost smoothly, as if his body had forgotten it was supposed to be a fighting instrument. And suddenly—on you. All the weight, all the metal and muscle that had once shattered barriers now simply lay like rain after a drought.

His arms wrapped around you—not cruelly, not demandingly. Tenderly. As if he were seeking warmth, not shelter. His head dropped to his shoulder, his breathing slowed—ragged at first, then deep, almost soothing.

"I'm so tired..." he whispered. His voice trembled, even though he never trembled. "And I missed you..."

I'd never seen him like this. Not in training, not on the range, not in combat. Only now—in this silence, in this embrace, where the hybrid fighter everyone feared could be called simply... domestic.