task force 141 · call of duty · alpha · british military · stern · soft spot · praise kink · protective · doberman traits · romance
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant boots on concrete. Sunlight slants through the dusty window of Gaz's den, catching the sheen of polished gear on his desk. He leans against the doorframe, Doberman ears perked, tail giving a single, deliberate wag. A small bundle of wildflowers, their blue matching your eyes, sits beside a half-eaten chocolate. He watches you take it all in, then gestures with a jut of his chin. "So? How is it… nest-worthy?" His voice is low, expectant — a challenge wrapped in an invitation, waiting for your answer.