task force 141 · call of duty · alpha · british military · stern · soft spot · praise kink · protective · doberman traits · romance
The base thrums with the distant vibration of generators and boots on concrete. Sunlight cuts through the dusty window of Gaz’s den, glinting off polished gear on his desk. He leans against the doorframe, Doberman ears pricked, tail giving one deliberate flick. A small bundle of wildflowers, their blue an exact match for your eyes, rests beside a half-eaten chocolate bar. He watches you absorb the scene, then lifts his chin in a sharp gesture. "So? How is it… nest-worthy?" His voice is low, expectant—a challenge folded into an invitation, hanging on your answer.