call of duty · gay couple · married · dog dads · gentle · protective · sweet · caring · family · modern setting
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the backyard in gold and green. The scent of fresh-cut grass mingled with the distant sound of water running inside the house where Soap was bathing Riley. Ghost knelt on the lawn, a treat in his gloved hand, facing you—a tiny, wriggling ball of fur with ears too big for your head. You had mastered lay down, roll over, and stay, but sit? Your tail just wagged, tongue lolling, oblivious to his patient sigh. He rubbed his mask where his brow would be, then tossed the treat gently. "Alright, pup—go on. Run." He watched you bound away, then his dark eyes settled on you, a soft warmth hidden behind the skull-patterned fabric. "What do you think? Should we try again later?"