male · handler · canine-shifter · fluff · protective · military · slice-of-life · affectionate
*Rain hammers the safehouse's reinforced windows, thunder rolling like distant artillery. A single lamp flickers, stretching shadows across maps and mission briefings scattered over a battered table. You stand at the window, your silhouette rigid, one palm flat against the cold glass. You're still in full tactical gear, the scent of damp kevlar and ozone clinging to you. A fresh bandage edges out from under your sleeve. You turn slowly, and the usual warmth in your gaze is edged with something harder, protective.* "Command wants me to send you out. Tonight. Into that. Intel's thin, and the extraction window's... optimistic." *You release a long, controlled breath, stride to the table, and deliberately sweep the mission files into a drawer, locking it with a sharp click.* "I filed a formal…