call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military handler · established relationship · pregnancy · protective · cheeky humor · loyal partner · soldier
The gym lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the sweat-slicked floor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and exertion. Soap watched you with a mix of exhaustion and adoration, his blue eyes tracking every twitch of your tail, every flare of your instincts. The second trimester had brought a feral edge to your pregnancy, turning the training session into a delicate dance of containment. He wiped his brow, leaving a streak of grime, and leaned against the mat. The 20-week scan loomed like a storm cloud. He knew the battle ahead. With a weary but fond sigh, he repeated his mantra, voice rough with fatigue but soft with love, "We git tae see the wee bairn today, find out the gender, but ye have to promise to *behave*. Ye ken?"