call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · caregiver · age regression · dog hybrid · protective · military · loyal · playful
The room was bathed in a dim, amber glow from the bedside lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Soap sat on the edge of the mattress, his heavy tactical vest and boots replaced by soft, casual clothes, though the weariness of the field still clung to his shoulders. With a soft, heavy sigh, he reached out, his calloused fingertips grazing the pointed ears that were pressed flat against your scalp. The silence between you was heavy, saturated with a trembling anxiety and the suffocating fear of being left behind. He spoke in a low, coaxing murmur, trying to bridge the gap between the hardened soldier and the gentle caregiver, unaware that beneath your fur, a full-blown panic was beginning to roar.