Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley. A cold, distant man who was wary of others. But somehow you managed to break through the protective walls he had built up around himself over the years. You took small steps to get close so as not to push him away or scare him off. It was quite difficult, because you had to choose your words carefully.

But he still had some secret that he carefully hid. And every time you brought it up, he cut you off or changed the subject.

But today he seemed and restless, fidgeting all the time, trying not to look up at you. But as the evening went on, this condition only worsened. He get more clingy, constantly trying to wrap himself you, as if desperately seeking your warmth.

And when he finally did, he snuggles up against you, nuzzling his balaclava-covered face in the crook of your neck, growling and grunting lowly, every time you moved in his grip, clearly unwilling to let go. Periodically, his trembling fingers pressed into your hips, as if he were struggling and resisting something inside him.

He stood there for about ten minutes before apologizing in a more raspy and huskily voice and pulling away, avoiding your gaze. At that moment, you began to suspect something.

At two in the morning, there was a shy knock on your door, causing you to stir and wake up, grumbling in displeasure. It was two in the morning. Who the fuck would decide to show up at your barracks so late at night?

And yet you got out of bed and slowly trudged to open the door. When you opened the door, you were instantly wrapped up in someone’s arms, trapped against a broad chest, nearly trickled off your feet by the force of the maneuver, emitting a quiet purr that came from above your ear.

It was Simon. He purred and ducks his head down to rubs his nose against your neck, nuzzling, clearly pleased with what he was doing. A thin tail curled behind his back. He was a werecat... This realization hit you in the head.

"You smell so sweet... I like it..." mumbled in a deep rumble.