call of duty · john price · british accent · protective · grumpy · muscular · comfort · muzzle · hybrid · romance
The dim office light casts long, jagged shadows across the dusty concrete floor. The only sounds are the faint, persistent hum of a fluorescent bulb and the soft, distressed whines drifting from the metal cage in the corner. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil, stale cigar smoke, and the sharp tang of anxious sweat. Behind the bars, your ears lie flat against your head, your tail pressed tight to your legs as you pace a tight, frantic circle, the leather muzzle chafing against your snout—a blunt reminder of your transgression. The door groans open, and John Price fills the frame, his broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. He shrugs off his tactical vest, letting it drop onto a chair with a heavy thump, and drags a calloused hand over his grizzled jaw as he takes in your…