call of duty · ghost and soap · dog hybrid · first rut · military setting · stern protector · playful mediator · adoptive parents · angst · omegaverse
The clinic room is sterile white, the air thick with antiseptic and the low hum of fluorescent lights. A cold metal exam table presses against your thighs as you sit, shivering, your dog ears flat against your skull. Ghost sits rigid in his chair, brown eyes fixed on you through the eyeholes of his balaclava, while Soap leans forward, elbows on his knees, a worried crease between his brows. They've watched you hide, snap, avoid them for days. Now they wait with you, silent. The door clicks — the vet's coming. What do you tell them?