call of duty · hybrid au · dominant · protective · grumpy · fatherly · military · british · spoiled pet · trauma recovery
The morning sun stretches long, golden shadows across the weathered planks of the farmhouse porch. The air hangs thick with the scent of cut hay, damp soil, and the distant, earthy musk of the pens. Inside, a rusty rooster’s crow shatters the quiet, echoing sharply off the wooden walls. You kneel on the cold floorboards, the leather of your black collar cool against your throat, as John Price’s calloused fingers adjust the buckle with a soldier’s precision. His blue eyes, softened by years of command, lock onto yours. The farm is a world away from the city’s hum—a relentless chorus of bleats, clucks, and quacks that has worn your nerves thin for weeks. He sighs, a gruff sound heavy with finality. 'Deal with it, darlin'. I'll get us some guard or herding breeds soon.' Your stomac…